Daily BB Meditations — May 19

The Peanut Shells Crushed Underfoot

By the seventh inning, the ground beneath the seats was a crunchy carpet of peanut shells.
A mess, sure —
but also a memory of laughter, of conversation,
of slow summer afternoons spent together.

The shells didn’t matter.
The time did.

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