Puffs of white vapor twirled upward from my mouth. The temperature hovered slightly below freezing at seven in the morning on a Saturday. The sun was shining. I was walking down an asphalt path slightly above a mighty Oregon river. A bald eagle soared overhead in a blue sky.
Beavering delights!
I feel like I am there with you. I want to do something, but he looks content. Why do I think he and I need more?
Keep thinking about that feeling. Perhaps there is more you can do. An idea will emerge.