Nuts.
Not yet.
I spy a bench-sitting fourth grader. She's nodding her head in time to the Wife's gently tapping pencil on the opened music book sitting above the piano keys.
Sail on, oh Man Without A Country.
I drive around the block and then head for the little park by the public boat landing.
It's a place where one can motor out onto the world's largest chain of fresh water lakes.
28 of 'em in all.
And all accessible from any boat landing on the Chain of Lakes.
It's like walking into the Mall of America - one door opening up to all those stores and shops.
But wetter.
I park the car by an aluminum picnic table cemented into the ground for posterity and stare at the water.
Look at that.
It's dancing.
The blue water is doing a slow, sparkling jig as the breeze gently blows across it.
Green shimmering popple trees on the far bank applaud the dance, fanning leaves front-back-front-back while nodding to each other in agreement.
What is it about the wind that makes things . . . dance?
Or applaud?
Makes them come alive?
Unseen, it makes the most ordinary things take on an extraordinary presence, powering still life paintings into motion pictures.
Waves and leaves.
Kites and flags.
All dancing, waving, clapping.
Given life by the wind.
Just like our lives when HE breathes HIS Spirit into us, breathing a new life into us.
Wow.
Let Your wind blow.
And please don't stop.
I'm still learning this dance,
but I think the key is to "Go with the Blow".
Wherever it leads.