Imagine one of those crystal clear Florida days, shades of green and pure white sunlight beneath a vast dome of cloud-flecked cobalt sky.  It’s too hot for long sleeves.  In the car, air conditioning refreshes, but the urge is to roll down the windows and let some of what’s out there in, to become one with Doppler-radar-confirmed atmospheric perfection.

Warm lashing pulses of tropical breeze muss your hair as the Freon chill numbs your forearms and rushes out the open windows…wasting away again in Margaritaville.  Pulling out of your neighborhood, and on to the main road, your soul is smiling…you can feel it in your chest.  A quick glance in the rearview mirror exposes the absurd permagrin dimpling your face.  And when you sip the bottled water, and condensation moistens your hand, you find yourself wishing it was an ice cold tiki-bar beer instead.  Maybe later.

It really doesn’t matter what your destination is, work or play, it’s the journey you’re enjoying, the present moment.  How many do we let slip by unnoticed?  How can we make them all as nice as this?