Soccer

It was a dark and stormy morning. Windshield: rain sliding off in tears, elongated by the glass.

Traffic was horrible. Slowly we crept over the land bridge. Clear heads mystified with clearer air.

Down below, a decently groomed soccer field. Posts without a net, just a big rectangle based on the ground.

And I wondered if that's all that heaven is. A few players, best friends, join each other on a cool morning for a game of careless soccer as grumbling folk passes by. For eternity.

I thought of the price I'd pay just to experience that today.