February 2011
6 posts
I played a game with myself last night. It turned out to be an alternate to counting sheep, though I had no intentions of it doing so. In fact, the game itself was unintentional in its origin. I tried hard to think of memories that I hadn’t thought of in awhile. It spurred on this pseudo competition between myself now and my past. My past fought hard to hinder me from uncovering the...
We were so adventurous down there, down in Georgia, down the hills to downtown. Prospect hill overlooked the city, we went down behind that too. We went down to Ben’s house, then down the block, down where things happened. We went down into the trails at the Children’s Home, down where kids went, cause we were only kids, really. Down to the bright blue and dingy white checkered floors...
There’s still snow all over the place, packing together to keep from melting while the fresh green melts down from the pines. The golden sun reflects so bright from the needles. It’s chilly, but not December chilly, you know? Spring slushes the roads. Mud starts to leak out. This is when it was more important to keep the ball off the ground, a cockeyed toss meant an unusable ball. The...
