me, cassie and the boys went to the high school football field to play catch
it was an archetype of late summer and early fall. the kids' shouts, the "pock!" of pigskin on human hands, and the pounding of tiny sneakers competed with a sudden flock of geese that gave us all pause
the astroturf, vividly colored in pristine lines forming the local team's name and insignia mascot, was springy
so much so that cassie's unexpected turds were held aloft to the darkening sky as an offering
before i scooped them into a half full bottle of gatorade and threw them away. touchdown.
Minutia - I've not moved. I kind of want to, but every time I think of some super clever and unique name for a new blog, I check and find out it's not unique at all....