The soft misty morning enticed the rest of me outdoors when I stuck my nose out to test the temperature. Happy preschoolers giggled as they placed chase with the ragged umbrella that had previously sheltered them when they plunked merrily on the wet grass. Liquid-throated birds warbled in trees during my explorations around the block. Three squirrels played ring-around the tree trunk as a brown oak leaf slowly helicoptered to the pavement. The humidity held a trace of damp earth and refreshed, happy greenery. Accumulated plunks from tree limbs dotted my t-shirt but the mist left no trace except on my hair, memories and attitude.