I had a professor once who had a house on the beach. He was and probably still is one of those people who could be philosophical about chewing gum. He lived on the beach so every morning he would go out onto his lawn, the beach, and look up and around him. And, sometimes he’d say “good job!” He told us this on his way to some kind of salient observation, I’m sure, but I don’t remember that observation. I remember the story. I’ve always thought of that anecdote as a prayer. Appreciation as a form prayer.