Cold.

Coffee, emails, cleaning.

The time is slipping through my fingers.

I talk to him while I wait for her to come to the office. We’re both excited for the season, the kids, the potential of everything.

They jump out of the door and scare her. We let the girls play hooky to celebrate.

Boundary setting.

It always looks like you’re driving straight into the mountains, these blue-grey shadows on the horizon. It never gets old.

My least favorite football field.

Firey sunset.

Two losses make for a long night.