The Ball Floats On...

(*One day after my pacemaker surgery, I decided to write this in memory of a softball I had once lost within a tunnel of water when I was around the age of ten.*)

The Ball Floats On: Somewhere, in this world, there is a softball. This softball, sits floating along in the water. It floats through creeks, rivers, streams, lakes, sewers, maybe even floating in the sea. This softball has been on a journey, for many, many years. It floats through the freezing, cold of the winter, into the fresh, beautiful days of spring. It floats through the hot and humid nights of the summer, into the cool, yet colorful days of fall. If this ball could talk, I know, it would have many amazing stories to tell of its long travels. No one knows where it came from. No one knows where, nor when its journey will end. It could end, on a shore, or eaten by a very hungry animal, or be rescued, by people who can use it at play. Until then...the ball floats on.

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