So we have really heavy winds at the moment. So strong, that you don't want to stand under gum trees and you can't hear each other talking, you would have to yell. You also shelter your eyes at times. This is quite normal for us on top of the mountain, especially in winter. Pax had ants in his pants this morning and we decided to go outside and brace the wind. You can have weather like this for 1-2 weeks, so you adapt and learn to adjust. Pax was so keen to explore the property for the latest sniff emails (there is a new girl dog in the neighbours yard who often escapes and leaves her pee emails everywhere 😆), that he took off like a rocket. And because I was wrapped up in so many clothes and 2 hoodies, the wind making it hard to see, I couldn't see him all of a sudden. Couldn't spot his fox red tail wagging in the bush. And then the glimmer came: I knew he would come back, without me having to call him as I doubted my voice would travel much in the wind. Pax just naturally checks in regularly and comes back. That's our rhythm on the property. He can run around like a maniac, but he checks in. And I was so calm about it as I just trusted him. And like clock work, he came back a few moments later. And that was such a lovely glimmer of connection and trust. And we both smiled at each other when reunited in the crazy wind.