Friday SOL- #6

The glowing sun slowly drifts beneath the horizon and I laugh and sip a coke with my friend. We hop back on our bikes and race home. The cool wind chilling our burnt knuckles. When we get back home we do it again, and again, and again. It's painful but it's worth it. He slams my hand with the ball and it rolls into the hole. The process repeats, again, and again, and again.