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I was in the midst of reading The Horse Boy, A Father's Quest to Heal His Son, when Sparkle asked to go on a bike ride.  She got the helmets, I got the water, and we got going.

Now, I was wearing long sleeves and blue jeans, but sandals, and Sparks was in shorts and a T-shirt.  It was quite chilly pedaling along.  The sun, low in the sky, made the world seem golden and everything it touched beautiful.

Riding past the rail road tracks, golden sunlight making the grass with its seeds on top almost glow, Sparkle sang, "For amber waves of grain..."  I didn't know she knew that song.  From school, most likely.

We passed a tortoiseshell cat lounging in the middle of the tracks, head resting on the rail closest to us.  Sparkle scolded her for being in a place the trains could hurt her.  I reassured Sparkle that the kitty would feel any train vibrations along the tracks long before the train came.

We passed a couple walking their big, gallumphy dogs.  They did not bark at us, but they were frisky.  Sparkle called out, "What nice puppies you have!  Can I get down and pet them?"

On the way back, we passed the couple again, and also a woman walking a Corgi and an Irish Setter.  I think we've passed them before, on a previous jaunt.  Sparkle commented that the Irish Setter had hair just like mine.  If I got a dog, she continued, I should get a brown-red dog like that so we could match when we went on walks.  I am reminded of the opening scenes of Disney's 101 Dalmatians, in which the owners and their dogs go walking by, matching ridiculously.  It also gave me a delighted feeling to hear a train of thought from her unrelated directly to a script.  (My own movie connection notwithstanding.)

We only went to the first road.  Sparkle said she was chilly, which I think may have been understating, because I in my jeans and long shirt was shivering a lot.  I was also physically very tired, because it is *much* harder to haul Sparkle with me, extra pedaling power or not than it is go go it alone.

But it is much sweeter to go with my sweet girl, and hear her burble happily behind me.  And we made chocolate chip cookies. 

Dino comes home from Band contests soon, after having marched in the Arts in the Alley parade this morning.
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