On my walk to work the other day I stepped on something squishy. This is never a great thing in the city, so my first thought was, “don’t look down, just keep walking.” But when I did glance to the ground, I saw half an apple rolling away.

And then another. And another.

Even then, I thought someone must have dropped their grocery bags. But it turns out I’ve been walking right past a big urban apple tree every morning, totally oblivious to its bounty. 

Dear ones, may we be alert –

to the squishes underfoot,

and the glories overhead.