Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-One
No location.
I could just wake up and enjoy the morning's slowness.
Birthday hoops — as a spectator. But the best thing about doing this is making new connections.
The gift of extra time.
Summer sun.
She asks if I feel any different. Yes. And no.
Pork ribs and coleslaw and lemonade.
He shows us the hairs on his arms, literally standing straight up. Infectious.
“You belong in this basketball community.”
Riding in the passenger seat, watching the hills blur in front of my eyes. Thinking about her questions. Wondering if I really feel the answers.
“There is no beauty without some sense of strangeness.” - Edgar Allan Poe
