Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Seventy-One
In the dream, I tell them that I just had to say it one more time but that I couldn’t wait for them anymore.
Crustless quiche and chai while the car fills up with gas.
Hot air balloons dot the horizon. The hillsides on the east and west are both green from the months-long rains. It really is a beautiful place.
Oh boy. Only two innings in one hour.
But at least it’s not cold.
He strikes out his first batter. I am less nervous for him now. He’s just so much more confident than his big brother.
“You are the only one who knows whether you have won.” - John Wooden
It’s hot in the sun. No shade yet on the front porch. I find a rock near the road and sit on it while I finish journaling.
Three carnitas tacos and a lime Jarritos at the park.
I read in the car while they wait for the other baseball game to end. My favorite time of year.
