The Indian summer type day whispered in my ear all morning, “Come outside and play. Don’t waste a moment of the warm sun, brisk breeze, and soft light.  Come dance with me.”

And so I did, with Miss Gidget as my sidekick. I set my work aside for about 30 minutes, hopped on my bike and rode around our small town.

Stopping for a moment to converse silently with a flock of geese taking heed to the call of the day also.

The call to not miss a moment of it. To breathe it in, dance in the wind, feel the warmth of sunshine upon our faces, and hold it close, for they will become fewer as the days grow shorter.

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