The air smelled like rain, though the pavement was dry. The evening sky looked like cement as the last bit of light from the west faded. A car horn was blaring a couple blocks away, but otherwise, the city was still. No real wind. Few people on the street. I turned the corner.
Then I stopped, and unwittingly moved my head back a few inches, like an exaggeration of surprise. It was Daniel.
Maple Leafs @ Sharks
7:30 PM Pacific
Prediction: How about another home loss? How about some people trying to find a silver lining to it? How about I never watch this fucking team again?