Yesterday I found myself standing in a store window watching a gentleman walk down the sidewalk. He first caught my eye because he was carrying a tennis ball.

And then he suddenly gave that ball a good bounce on the sidewalk.

He caught the ball, took a few more steps and bounced it again before walking some more steps and repeating the pattern.

I currently have some questions for this man. Does he always carry a tennis ball? Was he out on a walk and this is some kind of coordination exercise? Did he just find the ball somewhere? Did he plan to gift it to a dog? Is he going to play tennis? If so, where is his racket?

But, at the time, I was completely mesmerized by the sight of this older person walking down the sidewalk, idly bouncing a ball like a ten year old boy. He had a skip in his step and I got the impression bouncing the ball made him feel like a kid again.

We would all have a skip in our step if we stopped taking everything so seriously and tried embracing the things that make us feel young.

I watched the man step-step-step-bounce all the way out of sight and I admired him for doing his own thing amidst a crowd of people so intent on just moving forward. They had no skip and I felt no joy watching them.

It’s Sunday, friends. Why don’t we all try doing something that puts the skip back in our step?