Huh, funny that.
Not long ago I held a marble in my hand. It reminded me that I had forgotten how to play Skully, a game that required filled bottlecaps, not marbles. I remembered the blacktop behind our apartment building, the wavy chalk-drawn outlines of the Skully board, knees raw from kneeling on the asphalt to aim and flick the bottlecaps around the board. You play marbles on the ground, too, right? I thought, “Huh, funny that.”
When the moment slows, where do you wander?