Favorite Place to Be
Sand engraving into the fibers of your socks
Hot beating sun leaving a red tint to the fair skin
Fresh cut green grass fills the air
The ring of the bat echoing through the town
Misting sprays hit your neck, sending a spiral of chills down your body
The snap of the glove as the pitcher cracks a fast ball to the catcher
The hot summer nights, where the bugs fly high into the lights
Where you find a home away from home
The softball field
It is the place I love to be
Where I feel like no one is judging me for what I love
It is just me.