A Soccer Match With Famliy

A menagerie around me land and sea.  I walk to a sporting temple, actually.  Eagan is the vicinity.  The cars line up beside me.  The air is dripping and hot.  All in attendance have a spot.  Excitement pulses and the dust flies by.  Not a man, woman, or child seems to pry.  I love the sense of just being in a crowd.  It is soft and yet it is loud.  Soccer is the sport of the day.  Football is the venue in which our team will play.  My sweet niece is not scheduled today, but that does not mean I will not support her anyway.  The walk from the lot is imbued with scenes of this and that.  The landscaping gives one the chance to chat.  Enchanting birch trees line the way between two ponds where the cool breezes sway.  I gently joke with the security as they check out my things.  I stay organized to let them know they have wings.  We check in with electronic ticket in tow.  It goes off without a hitch and then all of the family does know.  My sister and I buy some water to stay cool and hydrated.  We know not to get out of our element or irritated.  We approach the familial motley crew after there.  Some even have special shaded chairs.  We do a little meet and greet.  After the hello, my sister and I take our seat.  Luckily, we are in the shade.  In the heat I was a bit afraid.  At half time I ate some nachos and drank some Diet Pepsi. My sister twins with me on the drink and ate a few potato chips like on Waikiki she kept me.  After I ate, I began to feel sick.  I worried heat stroke had taken its hold, but I knew it was something much more cold.  I moved into my new practice of nonexistence in my soul.  The wind whipped up and soon I had a new roll.  My back began to ache in a severe way.  I moved into Kundalini yoga to make the predators pay.  I knew that I had to stay.  It was a chance to stand and show the world I was strong and I would be okay.  No more leaving when the attack came.  It was no longer me that would be to blame.  It never should have been.  I was always my own best friend.  I knew when to stay, and when to go away.  I always wanted to see the best of humanity.  I did not want to view the insanity.  The game came to an end.  I was sad that my niece only gave out the wet towels to be friend.  Maybe that meant more than it ever had before.  We all met outside the stadium and spoke for a while.  I got a highly imbued rice crispy bar made for the team from my sister in laws mother that made me feel like an appreciated sun dial.  The walk to the car seemed longer than the way there.  It was okay because I was prepared.  My sister took me to Granite City Restaurant where I had a steak, fresh almondine green beans, and garlic mashed potatoes, with a Diet Coke with lime.  It was the best meal of all time.  I paid the tip to tell my sister how much I really appreciate how much she does for me.  I had the money on that day, actually.  We came back to my house and put in the new bulbs in my kitchen track light.  It felt like a spotlight when I did dishes last night.  Thank you all for the day.  I hope that you all are now feeling okay.  Love, Jenny