I’m not much given to thinking about big things in the course of a usual day. Fact is, I like routine, the security of repetition, having a “regular” way to fall back on.
But in my own way, I think about big things all the time. Really big things - shoots of new green life that mean the earth still believes in spring; the beautiful sigh of a new keg of ale being opened; how roads go there, and back again.
I took a deep breath, and one more step… and was the farthest I had ever been from home.
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