I'm grateful to run down my street, at full speed, while the sunsets in murky shades of orange, on my way to the basketball court. Where I shoot, shot after shot. Not worrying when my basketball inevitably clunks off red metal rim, flying down court to be laboriously fetched. Again and again. I'm grateful when a gripless, worn, tattered basketball is shot perfectly. Wrist flicked, feet elevated, arms square, ordering the ball to drop like a stone through the basket, net whipping, ball bouncing. I'm grateful for the suns almighty power - to light up the world - preventing darkness from reigning supreme and causing untold misery. I'm grateful, when walking home, I take extra large breathes, while passing by neighbour's blooming white orchids, whose syrupy scent speeds into flared nostrils and heaving lungs, sweetening the regal blue that flows throughout my aging body. 🙏💪❤️
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