““We’d save up a penny or two, bring them down here, and set them on the tracks. When a train comes, it flattens out that penny, leaving it thin as paper and shaped long, like an egg. But it happens so fast, you can’t see where the train sends that penny flying… We’d look all around, in the sage brush and the prickly pear cactus, until we found them.. And you know what?” He stopped walking and turned to gaze at me now. “We always found them closer than we thought.” “After we’d looked all over Creation, we’d find them somewhere near the tracks, after all.” He said, “Sometimes you do find what you’re looking for closer than you think.””
