Once, I was a tumbleweed, rolling to pick up the trail of crumbs. Sometimes, even that trail disappeared and I had to forge another path. Looking back in retrospective, I would have told my younger self, to be an entrepreneur, and leave the crumbs alone.
Prompt from M. Cook – “tumbleweed trail“.
![](https://artmater.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Scan_201811051-3-1024x679.jpg)