"7 pm", said the message that popped up on my phone. It was past noon when I received the text, which gave me enough room to plan ahead the rest of my day. They said it was probably going to rain, it was cloudy with a seventy percent chance of downpour, but the odds wouldn't matter.
I liked the determination and felt a sudden urge to get up from my desk and pack my things for the evening. A pair of thick, white sports socks; light shorts, bought on eBay a long time ago; a team England tricot that I fished out of P's abandoned pile of clothes three years ago. And finally, my new Nikes.
Playing soccer as a kid wasn't always fun, but I recently picked it up again and find myself very much into it. Almost like an old habit the feeling of dribbling a ball, of passing and defending it, came back to me. I bought shoes, perhaps for the first time in fifteen, twenty years. And every Sunday I play.
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