This morning, I tiptoed into the lives of two little girls and discovered the delights of reading stories about the ballet and a child's love of the night sky, creating celestial hair decorations in a Crayola studio and dancing 'round a playground where hippos wander free.
On the way back to my "regular" life of part-time office job, I found this in my shoe:
the tail of a shooting star. I smiled and took it out...paused...and put it right back in.
After all, how often do you get to wear magic slippers to work?