September 3, 2015

I am getting back into the swing of things, but there are so many of these swarming things that it’s hard to feel at equilibrium. After work P. and I head to the local minor-league ballpark to see our home team eek out a win in a close one. “Buy me some peanuts and cracker-jack / I don’t care if we never come back.” Stealing small moments of summer where we still can find them.