Georgia Clay Red

We found a spoon in the grass behind the abandoned storage building by the pond.

She realized its utility right away.

We made our way back up the hill, across the ball field, toward her bike waiting by the road but, we didn’t make it that far.

Now she squats in the dry red dirt around second base.

She has flipped the base over and is filling the little square divots on its underside with dirt, using the spoon as a shovel.

She mounds the dirt with her hands.

She scoops with the spoon.

She smooths each load with the back of the spoon.

She occasionally wipes her dusty hands on her face, staining her cheeks and nose the color of Georgia clay.

The clear sky glows blue above the ocher red of the infield and the tawny grass that stretches across the field beyond.

She breaks my heart and she's right there.

There is a god that can make something so perfect.



Her father sent me this message while I was out with The Mayor buying him new shoes.

He told me later that every now and then she would raise her head and look around, suddenly realizing that she should make sure he was still nearby.

Of course, he always was.







In other news - I was given the chance to test drive a concept car from Lincoln for a whole week!