The air was turning cold with winter on the way.

The backyard grass was cut short and even.

I sat down on the wooden patio bench.

The wood felt sturdy under me.

Haley stood on the green lawn with a scuffed white baseball.

She was wearing her old gray sweatshirt.

Her big headphones were nowhere to be seen.

Cody crouched thirty feet away in a catcher’s stance.