Leftovers for breakfast. Pink peonies after. We parked at the field where he played ball as a kid. Salmon plum sky. White ground. I imagined practice with his dad. With friends. Balls arced through the air, a pitch and a hit. Dirt kicked. Slides into home plate. Repeat.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.