The vintage white convertible cornered beautifully on the turn up the tree-lined road to the parking lot. The park was quiet and a bit frosty in the early hours. My preferred time was just before dawn but I was late this morning. The sunny yellow peach had already begun to filter the dark blue of the sky into something more azure. I swerved as the white and brown dog blocked my path. I hadn’t seen it until it was almost too late, but I had missed it. Rattled, I pulled into a spot in the empty lot and got out.