Offshore the sky is gray just before sunset, clouds hanging low above the horizon. The sun peeks through a hole and the cloud ahead of us shimmers. The day is warm, in the mid 70's, but a stiff ocean breeze makes the surf choppy. A lone surfer battles the waves. We put a knit hat on Lachlan. He rides in his carrier, bright-eyed, and smiling. I wonder, Does he know how lucky he is?