Points of light. I am always in pursuit of that minute, those few seconds, when the sun first bursts over the horizon and the animals are gathered at the gate, and Simon lets out his first bray – you can see it, and the animals are backlit. I am usually a few  minutes off on one side or the other. Either the sun isn’t up enough, or there are still clouds, or I am too late by a few minutes, still in bed, doing chores, feeding the dogs. I came close this morning to that magical time, points of light where the sun is just right and I am in position. It is a magical moment for me.