Early the next morning one of my friends and I went walking and you'd better bet I snagged that headband.
And you know what? It is a nice headband! At least after I washed it it was.
But wait, there's more!
As I was walking to a friend's house tonight I noticed a number of discarded bottles and cans in the gutters and even a used doggy doo bag perched just at the edge of a storm drain. I shook my head (inside my head) in disbelief and kept on walking. When I was walking back home I had the loveliest vision. I had this sense of my ancestors having thought of me many, many years before I or my parents or their parents were even born. And I thought, by golly, that they loved me...just the mere imagining of me. Just as I already love my children's children (no rush, kids!) and their children and all the children to follow. And so I picked up those bottles and cans, and I picked up the doggy doo bag, and I thought of my ancestors and my descendants...and I smiled thinking of this never ending line of love.