Somewhere nearby, water dripped steadily from a melting snowbank — that unmistakable sound of winter finally loosening its grip.
It felt small, almost insignificant. And yet, somehow, it felt like the beginning of everything.
After living most of my life, or 55 years of it, I have come to recognize myself as a bit of a loser when it comes to games and contests that require luck, and I usually steer clear, especially when money is involved.
The most essential parts of a life - the quiet ones - are often the hardest to name and the easiest to overlook, to underestimate.