boom...

If ultimate frisbee is a just-out-of-the-oven, warm chocolate chunk brownie, playing ultimate in the cool evenings of fall is the melting ice cream on top - deliciously sinking into all the nooks and crannies.

Today I bought an ankle brace, laced the thing up, and limped around the field for a couple of hours. I couldn't catch half the throws I could normally run for, and I got burned a good handful of times. I didn't care. Well, a little. But I was outside running around again, and the sun was setting in bright pinks against deep blue, rain-soaked clouds. Yeah, I cared about that more. It was glorious.