Mr. Sun, Sun. Mr. Golden Sun
Hidin' behind the tree.
Mr. Sun, Sun. Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on,
Please shine down on,
Please shine down on me.
I haven't heard that little song in about 14 years, ever since Katelyn stopped watching Barney. Yet, that was the song that was going through my head this morning and I was driving to meet my running buddy for our run.
The run was slow and plodding today because Marla had a head cold, but that was OK with me. That meant I was under the sun a little longer, getting a desperately needed Vitamin D fix. I could just feel all of my cells rejuventating themselves as I breathed in the fresh, crisp morning air and soaking in the bright, sunny rays.
Thanks, Mr. Golden Sun
1 comment:
I'd of been thankful for 14 years without a Barney song stuck in my head. :)
Dadio
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