Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Eighty-Three
The first color of light.
He asks me why I’m up so early. Practice today. Uniforms today. Coffeecake and juice today.
The peace of a quiet gym.
I don’t want to get too excited, but these are good signs.
How am I doing it? I’m a little crazy. And very tired.
Family lunch. I choose a seat in the sun. We split fries and salad and pizza. He says he hasn’t had a Shirley Temple in so long. She convinces her him to drive her to Napa for soccer cleats.
Nap.
Winding roads lined with trees. The leaves are changing color and for a moment you could think you’re somewhere other than California.
Deep wooden benches and hometown crowds. Names on the roster I that I remember, like Shasta. Little baskets of popcorn.
Even my hair smells like steak.
