Brut and I sat just apart from each other with him sitting on the top of the snow hill while I was a few notches below him. The temperatures had been warm and all day we shovel snow off the roof that created our current seating arrangements. A quarter moon shone above us, stars sparkled about as we listened to the sounds of the turning night. Brut sat up high on top of pile looking out around him, his ears rotating to and fro, trying to keep his balance on the slushy white snow. His eyes were soft, like his demeanor and he was deep in peace. It was a rare moment for him not being on guard or even on high alert and he was full of contentment. He bowed his head for a moment as if humbled. And was caught up in this perfect solitude we were sharing and the awe of our relationship we have. It still blows my mind.