Do you remember the 6 o’clock sun? Just after dinner. A drum pushing down on my shoulders and against my full stomach. We were running sets for the 8th hour that day. That sun was like a knife–piercing as it set, going to bed for the night. Me. Longing to go to bed with it. But when there was light there was drill. And drumming. And you standing there, always ready to catch me if I fell…or needed a hand up after an additional ten pushups.
I was thinking about it today as I watched the sun set over the soccer field–the men out there without their shirts enjoying the last few days of warmth. I couldn’t help but wonder if they felt the piercing too.