Write four lines of prose about: the slide.
Jeez, August is almost over already? That seems a little fast.
Ready to roll for another market tomorrow morning. The berries are starting to slow down, but the fruit is kicking into high gear. It's a long weekend, so hopefully everybody comes out for their local fruit fix.
Going with Kat and Max again, but at least we'll be in our usual spot, with lots of park space directly behind us for him to run around on. Fingers crossed everybody has a decent sleep tonight, as that always helps everything.
Steep metal steps lead me up and up, slowly but surely. The staircase is narrow and there are others following close behind; turning back is not an option. Not unless I want to be showered with shame, never able to return to this playground again.
So up I go, continuing on until the inevitable, gut-wrenching, scaring-for-life slide back down to earth.