17. But something in that light. That shimmering, blue twilight of the summer, the unexpected lateness of the day, the sun’s lingering descent that seeped into the air and our thoughts lending energy to an otherwise dull game.
18. The claustrophobia of our hometown vanished into the air, into the half-light that had settled over all of us, and we knew that what we did that night wasn’t important, and we loved knowing it.