Mini hike

B and I had a minute. So we hiked a mini hike. Down the damn, through the trees, and back around again. It couldn't have been more than 20 minutes. But the chance to sit with him, and be with him, and enjoy this beautiful Fall of ours.

And as we ended our hike, sitting at the face of the damn watching a man fish, I see he has something in his hand. "What is that in your hand?" I ask. "A baseball," he says. "Why?" I ask. "Because."