. . . as these things always do.
A football was tossed, a frisbee was thrown, a soccerball was kicked, there was hiding and there was seeking.
And of course photos of our athletic endeavors do not exist; the photographist was himself was the chief athleticizer.
But then the wind and the rain and the why . . . why . . . why?
You know it, I know it.
That's right . . .