Autumn morning
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A tennis ball rolls down the street to the bottom of the hill. Someone bought it, paid for it, hit it over the fence, but continuing the friendly game is more important than chasing the wayward ball.
Tomorrow a yellow lab will discover it, and that ball will make his day the best one in two weeks. He doesn’t care where it came from or who will get it later, simply enjoys it to the fullest while he can.
Inside her house a woman simmers with anger as she stares at a glowing screen. A politician said something foolish, and she’s eager to take it as a personal offense.
The morning air is pleasantly cool and crisp but she’ll never feel it. Sunlight paints the leaves of her pear tree a golden hue but she’ll never see it, consumed as she is with willing her side to win.
Her neighbors pack their car and drive off. They’re taking their children to play on the beach, hoping to make memories that will last for a lifetime.
What’s important, what is not, what can you do, what can you let go? Every moment you decide, and all those choices make you who you are.
— Ralph Marston