A hand on my waist. The grass and sky unfold before me, running for miles to meet, unseen, behind mountains. I'm sitting on the sidelines, the grass cool between my toes. Jeff turns his attention from the game and glances my way. I smile and he sticks out his tongue.
Clouds roll overhead.
He fills his soccer uniform nicely, I think. I imagine putting my face between his furry legs and watch him kick the ball to the other side of the field. Wind and rain that turns to snow. Riding in the open jeep in Jeff's sweatshirt. It's so cold.