Prescription for Peace

Today is one of those gorgeous spring days with a sky so intensely blue that it wants to suck you right into itself.  Indeed this is the very weather Pittsburgh is totally not known for, so I am feeling joyously non-productive, yearning to loll around the yard, watching the mastiffs play, and reading my latest book.  The sun's warmth reminds me that when I was young, I was passionately committed to losing my winter death pallor by spending four hours a day, 10 am to 2 pm, primetime, soaking up the spring and summer rays, which we believed to be healthy, not the cancer-producing, killer bolts they have turned into today.  We knew the sun sprinkled vitamin D into our pores or something, sort of the same way Tinkerbell dispensed her magic pixie dust, not that pixie dust actually soaked into the pores, but you get my drift.  Anyway, I am personally in favor of sunshine and pixie dust, and think everyone should have a good, healthy dose of each at least three times a day.  I think that would fix things up quite nicely, don't you?

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[Anon]

Ah, Tink. My fave character.