After so long, I’m happy to return.
Recently I volunteered with my son’s school chess club. Winning or losing, some kids can sure look cool.
Here’s one I recall. I’ve no idea how he did in the tournament. Being there, in the moment, is what really counts – and he was.
I’ve been experimenting with this site’s presentation lately – sorry if you’ve shown up between fixes. I do appreciate your visits, and hope to post again soon:)
As a kid, I enjoyed walks late at night. I’m happily contemplating a return to the habit.
Last night I left the house around 11pm for a walk. It was a beautiful summer night, cool and breezy. Between light gusts, flowers perfumed the air. The streets were dead. Although the sky was overcast, it felt like a clear night.
Revisiting corners I hadn’t happened by in months, I checked the street names sometimes. All around, dark houses stood. The fresh leaves on the front yard trees danced in the breeze.
I couldn’t smell the ocean from my house, but after 20 minutes’ walking I could. It was an oily, heavy smell, laced with salt.
For the first hour, I didn’t encounter a soul. Only nearing home did I see anyone – in total, three people in the last ten minutes of my walk. All were young males. The first was on his phone; the next two were listening to headphones.
This is the last guy I saw. Cheers:)