An autoficitonal story following The Juggler, who walks up the road to The Work in the morning. At the end of the day she walks home. Sometimes she juggles as she walks. During this time, her mind wonders. Her mind is held in the up- down, throw catch, left right, behind the back rhythm. Even to simply hold the ball as she walks, listening to its sand innards shifting, provides an object of focus for her.
