Anytime of season, anytime of day.
I don’t need anyone else.
It doesn’t matter,
Good days or bad,
I just need my fix.
One bounce, a lungful of air through the nose.
A sweet sound-full swish, crisper than an autumn leaf.
My sanctuary, for short hours or long minutes, my mind drifts.
Just the ball, the hoop, and my thoughts.
I always make it with the clock running down.