This Day is precious.  It matters. Days are dwindling. This Day is opportunity.  It spreads before me like a carpet of flowers   that will be wilted tomorrow.                                                                                                                           The sky is blurred. The sun is hiding out. But, my light is on, and This Day is mine to fill with love,  and laughter, and creative adventure.  This Day Is…

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