Breeze

I don’t think she liked the idea of us coming to watch her ballgame, but I enjoyed it none-the-less. The refreshing breeze. The smell of popcorn and freshly cut grass. The tiny little ones in the big helmets swinging with all their might. The disinterested catcher that kept filling her glove with that soft, soft dirt. The smile on their faces as they crossed home plate.

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