Just then, I noticed a small splash of color beneath a tree about a couple dozen yards away. Dani was stretching in a very tight, pink tank top and equally right black leggings. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun keeping her shoulders and neck bare. Little of her form was left to the imagination.
Taking a moment to ruffle the dog's fur, I began to make my way to Dani.
So serene and centered. Here I found my dear sister balancing on one leg while her hands pressed together as if praying. She was facing away from me but casually looked over her shoulder having somehow heard my approach.
"Aren't you up early," she said before taking a deep breath now with greater posture than I've ever seen her hold. Seriously, how is she not falling over?
"Guess I was just too excited to get a start on
