Youngsters had taken over one stretch. These tan, slim bodies drew some resentment from me at the way they took it for granted, time and opportunity, their entitlement. A Frisbee glided slow over their heads, and it seemed that for some people the world was forever noon, and I heard their voices and laughs and watched them chase one another like pups. I couldn’t imagine Rocky out there. A lot of things never get to become what they should.
