Most lunchtime walks involve me listening to a great story being told on a podcast, alone on the path, having a minute where I feel so in love with this life that I get choked up and quiver-lipped. All that, too, happened on this day. And then a beach ball rolled right across the path in front of me, like a mardi gras tumbleweed, scaring the crap out of me, no one around, and making me stop in my tracks to ponder what just happened.
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