September 4

I chased the ball like I'd been let out of a cage

A look of ecstasy mixed with a touch of road rage

This is what happens when I haven't played in a while

A footballer returning from an unintentional exile

The altitude softened the initial energy burst

I was shooting like both of my feet had been cursed

It felt great to play despite the scoreline

We left just as the sun forgot how to shine