Been so long since I wrote I almost forgot what the app looked like. However, rest assured, I found it. For better or for worse (joking! – always better) – always. Bit of a scatter it when comes to this, I write and I think I should be reading more, I read and I think I should be writing more. The truly never ending tug of war, the carousel that never stops; that never even slows down. So – here we are, the sun just down, the lights bright, the ocean of green in the outfield, the red dirt on the base paths worn home on the front of jerseys and the back of pants. The parents, still tan from summer tournaments, sit on the hard wood bleachers that are worn and knotted. Sunflower shells scattered at their feet, bleached in the sun, like the skins of small creatures, left behind where they lay, no longer needed in their new life.