(Book 2, pg. 128)

Something thicker filled the air today than water it was leaves, dry, and apple atmosphere. granny smith. No the next day is cold, wet, without lingering trimmed autumn grass. That’s all been smothered tomorrow into the soles of children’s shoes. They want their games on the wet field, they hate indoor gym class especially the ones with overzealous parents ready to sue over a lopsided game of dodgeball or anything with probabilities of pediatric peril. Like walking outside. Take away the processed sugar but god forbid the boys use sticks for swords. I should have gone outside more then, make up for it in thunderstorm bike rides today my gears are slowly rusting.