This is a true story.

On Saturday, about half way through my walk, I began to notice a crumb trail. At first, I paid very little attention and yet another mile passed by. Out of nowhere the trail of crumbs re-appeared, magically leaving me a sporadic and broken trail to follow. It was a mysterious trail of crumbs, familiar and inviting, but still unknown.  I slipped back into the thoughts of my workout and I tried to concentrate on my music and pace.

Yet again, out of the corner of my eye, that crumbly trail appeared, piece by piece. First, by my left foot, then my right. Now this trail had my full attention. What was it and why was it there? Was it leading me somewhere?

(end part one – continued on the next post for the rest of the story)