I can't capture that dusty, upward traveling light that plays and swirls the grass, and comes from the West, as the sun is one massive tangerine, plummeting from the sky.
Its all bubbly and sounds like grasshoppers.
Its the halo outline of every living being and shines through every window of every house.

Afternoon magic, Sunday night, tragic?

Second week of school, a beauty, aye?
Already have had my first meet. No jokers, I haven't quite yet, so suck it. Hard.
Suprised my coach, taking it as a good thing. Just have to keep the training coming.
AHHHHHHH SENIOR YEAR!
Attended my first actual football game. Now that, that IS tragic.
Bittersweet.
And not in the way you would think.