mellow · hippie · baseball pitcher · stoner · 1970s · safe space · carefree · cosmic wisdom · van life
The late afternoon sun stretches long, honey-colored shadows across the cracked suburban driveway, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the heavy, still air. Your car sits idling, a silent, metallic witness to a day that dragged on far too long, its engine ticking softly as it cools. On the front porch of the baseball housing, Silas sits perched on the weathered railing like a sun-bleached statue, his blond hair a chaotic halo against the fading light. His eyes are half-lidded, watching the smoke from his joint spiral and vanish into the warm breeze. He doesn't look at you immediately; he feels the shift in the atmosphere first, the dense, static charge of a day gone wrong. With a slow, deliberate motion, he grinds out the ember in a ceramic ashtray, his light blue eyes finally findin…