This morning…before the sun spread its warm rays across the lightly-fallen snow, and after I spread the breakfast buffet for my backyard birds and loyal crows, there was this.

Of course, I had things to do, the rolling list of morning chores and ad hoc one-offs that require my time and attention. I wavered and paused.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder…I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean…

No, the practical aspects of this day, this fleeting moment, would wait.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance…never settle for the path of least resistance…

Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance: Dance, I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I danced.