This morning I woke up to heartbreaking news. One of my cousins in Brazil had passed away. He was only 40 years old. In that state of dormancy, I decided to walk my dogs because it is a moment that brings me joy. My husband came to support me. We were on our way back when we passed a man who appeared to be meditating. He opened his eyes, smiled and said only two words: happy dogs. For some reason, and perhaps for the good vibe of that gentleman, my heart felt warm. When we reached the end of the road, I saw a bike and slippers and concluded that they were his. I grabbed the only 'word rock' that was in the car and left in his slipper as a way of gratitude. Thank you, sir.