The long grass bends with a push from the wind moving without the cares we tend to carry when our days are heavy. Tomorrow there may be no breeze to mark the passing of the sky over the receiving earth turning below. We cannot see the play of the gods in the fields before us even though they have been dancing forever.
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The Knuckle-ball Pitch
I said, "Even the knuckle-ball can be a home run pitch." She said, "Opening day was eons ago and besides, both sides play with the same number of players." Thinking ahead, I asked, "But how many truly get caught up in the spirit of the game?" She added, "Especially when translating x's and o's all day leads to exhaustion." I agreed. "All relationship appears to have been removed from any sense of play." She said, "Circles of trust always form when a team's origin story enters the picture."
A Thread You Follow 