I’ve had an injured piglet living on the kitchen floor in a bath of infrared light for three days. I called her paraplegic Penny, fed her goat milk every four hours with the faint hope that she might recover from her days old trauma. She passed away this morning, probably for the better as her struggles are over, but she had a kind energy in her eyes and I miss it now sitting in the chill of eminent sunrise. Take time to appreciate all the life around you as it is so quick to vanish, like a spark in a drift of snow.