He was wearing jeans with ratted bottoms, barefoot as usual, and no shirt. Again, as usual.
And, of course, barefoot. Of course I can’t say much, hell half the time I’m barefoot too.
His deep brown hair was still wet from, what I guessed to be the shower.
All I did was think about the wind around me gathering more leaves and pushing them and my pile under Seth when he fell.
What I had pictured in my head had just happened.