Still

Sometimes it's the simplest thing that can move a person.

Something which on the surface can seem mundane,

But when you see experience it, 

It's all rather special.

It was getting dark when the cottage eventually went quiet today.

And silence often means destruction when a puppy is at home. 

I checked the kitchen and living room where the other dogs were sleeping
 and she was no where to be seen, 

so I climbed the stairs and checked the bedroom.

Mary was sitting quietly on the bed looking out of the window. 

She was still and alert and in typical Welsh terrier fashion, she was unmoving for the 

longest time

Just gazing out over the fields at dusk