Basking in the Open Breeze: Part 44

I wiggled out through the door crack and took a lively sequence of rubbery bounces toward the cool, open antique courtyard! No microwave, no heating hazards, and definitely no plastic tubs or covers anywhere—just vast, open fresh air. Out on a wide, sun-dappled slate slab, someone had laid down a thick, polished steel architect's protractor completely flat beside a dry oak leaf. Giving a cheerful, rising chirp, I leaped right onto the flat circular arc. My soft bottom spread wide against the cool, mirror-smooth metal, relishing the refreshing outdoor chill. As midday light reflected cleanly off the steel, bright silver ribbons washed across my smiling face. #Mariah #Mariahcarey @cataww234