The beach was ours, literally, and we fell asleep on the sand under shooting starts. When we woke up, the moon had risen.
How do you explain to anyone what your heart feels. That you’ve committed yourself to something for months and all your heart can do is soar while fully grounded. I keep trying to remember if I’ve felt this way before, but there’s been no feeling like it. Many that come close but none like it. Words are inadequate and you fill me with awe.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.