It is fact that I am often accused of being cold. I am physically a cold person, hands and feet like ice. My heart is the same. But today, arriving home after six - the first Monday after daylight savings begins - the sun is setting.
A dad, boy, and girl are outside. We live on the same side of the street, maybe ten houses apart. I park, cross the street, and trek through my soggy lawn. I see the girl teetering in a gravity challenge on her tiny pink bike - no training wheels - moving towards me, into the sun. She said, I'm doing it! Actually grinning, I stop to watch and she exclaims again, then laughs. Like a real moment.
