The ball weaved a bouncing

The ball weaved a bouncing path between the cars and ended up starting its final descent onto our street a few feet above my head. I reached up and grasped the ball, took a step back and threw as high and fast as I could.

In which Stewart reveals once again that he is a genius, for seeing the large in the small. And also, for reminding me why I live in a city. Why I love the city.

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