Making Sausage

I played football and worked on a sub. They were great days. Now some days I can’t physically do anything, and I can’t go there so I keep my brain busy. When my father can pick me up we go to his. When I’m on my own, I read, work on navy fundraisers and cook. My specialty is sausage.

My apartment is small and there’s a little porch. Sometimes I can’t get out there, but my couch is by the window that looks out at the same spot. You only see a parking lot so you have to look further. Then you see trees and the sky and what we’re supposed to actually see. I try to make sure I’m always looking past the asphalt.

This is a good idea. I like the metaphor and that it doesn’t matter if I’m inside or out. I can’t always be on my literal porch, but noticing where the sun is or whether the branches are moving or not is always within sight.