Tiny shards of diamond dew drops glinting in the first rays of the sun.
Puffs of dragon breath escape as we take in the fresh, intoxicating air.

My laptop warms my lap as I sit hunched over in a white wicker garden chair, the back of my neck warmed by the sun and my heart warmed by the sight of my daughter and my husband playing tag in the grass.

I sip on hot coffee made by my father, as my mother peeks out from the window at her happy grand-daughter on this bright, chirpy day.

Toasty Mountain Mo...