One of my better public transportation times was sitting next to a quiet, glowing women and her quiet curious young beagle toward the rear of a Muni Metro car.

The dog was against the rules and almost invisible inside her coat. It looked out at the world that was fairly new to its experience with the assurance that comes from being held well. The woman looked at the dog and also didn't need to look at the dog because she was so attuned. I hadn't seen the dog when I sat down next to the woman. I was lucky to be on the edge of the planet of love they made for each other.