I was chasing a stray dog through a city park, and it darted into an old fire escape. I followed, heart thumping, and ended up on a rickety ladder that led up to a rusted rooftop garden. It was overgrown with vines, but the view was insane—an ocean cliff right where a billboard used to be. I grabbed a cup of coffee from a street vendor below, slipped it into a patch of grass, and the foam spelled out “Lost? Found.” It turned a regular stroll into a secret quest and a whole new horizon. The thing that keeps me going? That random dog, that hidden rooftop, that surprise message. It’s all about the moments you stumble upon.