This Beauty

this beauty was so stunning, it was beyond Lori Larson's aura in a bikini at the only pool party i attended freshman year. this beauty felt better than the state championship season i had with the northshore spectre. that year i hung my cleats half-way up my wall as if they were a Picasso. this kind of beauty came at a time i lived in a hotel when i was waiting on a check, two weeks behind on rent, and my wife had just come home from the hospital worn out from a tedious labor. this beauty appeared the night a christian woman who had only heard about us from a mutual friend paid our rent debt , with no prior warning, over the phone. it came when i layed down next to my newborn with eyes free of the stresses that plagued me the past year. my first fatherly moment was on this beautiful night.