Lazy day. Thoughts of movement and sound. Watching football and reminiscing. It used to be my favorite game to play. I still remember getting knocked in the throat by the point of the ball as I intercepted it while playing at my first job as a sports camp counselor. The wind was temporarily knocked out of me, but I had succeeded in fucking their game up. In middle school I loved nothing more than playing with the boys after school and dragging them into the mud. Meanwhile they were all too scared of hurting "the girl" to tackle me. Movement and sound...I watched bats feeding at dusk today.
January 5th I can't wait to have a bed to make and lie in.