Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I sang the "Super Trooper" Abba song to the dogs as we walked this morning.  I sang past workers, around corners so that people with little yappy dogs had warning to pull aside, I sang as I passed gardeners.  My serenade on an overcast morning to blow away the clouds.  I definitely felt better, my dogs like the silliness, and maybe, just maybe I caused a smile or two along the way.  I like the line in the song "feeling like I'm number one".  Now isn't that just as positive as it gets?!  Today's weather is our particular brand of non-summer weather that hits us until school begins, then we usually get Indian summer in September and October.  I miss the real summer of the cabin already, but in the Sierras fall will be showing it's head in cooler evenings and clouds filled with rain moving over the lake, so really, unless I want to go down south again, the hot days are over for the year.  So it's up to me to cheer myself up, singing loudly and confidently to the neighborhood, and amusing myself in the process.