Forty long hours of work. Eight for class, and eight more on homework. Six or seven in the car. Three at the gym (four if you’re good).
But on that Friday afternoon, knowing you’ll soon be surrounded by trees, the tension slips away like a long, slow exhale. I can already smell that fire pit.
* * * * * FFF-55 Vol. L. Tell a story in exactly fifty-five words. Go see G-Man.