Morning, sunrise, Jacques

I'm sitting out on my balcony again this morning, and I've traded my cup of coffee for a dog.  We were concerned about him on the balcony, since he might be able to jump over the edge, but he's wary of the edge anyway, so I don't think we have to be scared.  I'm not about to leave him here unattended, but he's happy to sit next to me and take in the world, looking up at me every so often.  He likes it when I scratch the back of his neck, and I think he likes watching the traffic go by on the freeway. If I imagine hard enough, I can see him gazing at the horizon as it turns shades of orange and pink.