The Ball

Sometimes, I find myself imagining life in another time period. You know, back to the good old days. I think back to times when things were simpler. Rocking chairs and front porches. A gallon of tea brewing in sunlight. Slow days. Peace. Quiet. No cadences in my mind of the to-dos ahead of me. Just creaks of the rocker. I had a chance to visit something like what I imagine the good old days to be …