Sunday, April 19 Who: Jay Daniels, Noah Browning What: A day in the park When: Sunday afternoon, 1.30 pm Where: Baker Park Rating: PG-13 Status: COMPLETE
The day had started out rainy--so not a surprise--but had cleared off around lunchtime. The sun was pale but warm, and Noah enjoyed the feel of it on his face as he sat watching people in the batting cages. He'd had a moment of self-pity, because cracked ribs and a broken arm meant no batting cages for six weeks, but he managed to shove it aside and enjoy the day anyway. Habit had brought him there, and he'd ridden his bike, as always. That had been a mistake; he'd had to stop a couple of times to catch his breath again when the pain had gotten too bad. It might've taken him twice as long--or more, if he were honest with himself--to get there, but he'd managed the ride. He wasn't particularly looking forward to the ride back, but he'd deal with that when it came time.
There was a man with a camera taking pictures of those using the cages. Probably a reporter doing some sort of human interest story for the paper. That would be a novelty; it seemed that everything in the papers related to terrorist activities in Seattle, or dire predictions of doom and gloom, or how the populace shouldn't worry because the government was on their side, looking out for them.
Whatever. Noah wrestled the cap off his water bottle and took a long drink, watching the photographer work.