But then finally, he gets it right; he finds another missing piece, one that suits him well, and he knows exactly how to hold it so that it stays.
As I was wondering about Flint River yesterday afternoon, James leaned toward me and asked if I’d ever seen the element mercury. I never even think about mercury.
And while James is clearly better at playing chess and having a cool mustache and riding his bike uphill for a long time and watching sports, I’m pretty good at other things: spinning words, strumming the guitar, obsessing over rivers, finding good coffee shops… it all balances out nicely.
I smell iron, like a vitamin, and sweat, like my dog when it rains, and there’s now blood on the red and blood on the blue and a bright wet red on my black leather jacket.