Barefoot bouncing.

You want to know what I love, sometimes, more than anything in the world?
Being alone after running, in the heat, oh the dreaded heat.
Swallowing all the water in the world in one huge gulp.
Taking my shoes, and my socks, off. Slowly.
Wrinkling up my toes so that they stretch and feel good.
And collapsing in some very cool and soft and bouncy and shaded grass.
And just laying there.
Quietly.
Without the boys team, oh the dreaded boys team.
Without the middle schoolers.
Without the goddamn freshmen.
Without music.

But then I'd get up in the morning and do it all over again.
I swear I would.


I miss playing frisbee.

--I like school this year.
Let's go color guys.