New movements.

Sunlight.

No more decaf pods. I slid her Birkenstocks over my hiking socks and mentally prepare for the walk inside the store.

Hot water with lemon. No appetite.

Professional ambition?

You can see what you want to see.

Last home game. That means it’s almost time now.

I take it back.

I tell them that they like high school. But I knew they would.

Should have gotten a cheeseburger. Lettuce wrap. Grilled onions. Bacon. Special sauce. Ketchup. Mustard. Pickles.