There’s a golden summer light splashing through the window beside my desk, falling heavily onto my keyboard and briefly setting aflame the dust motes and dog hairs stirred by the fan lazily turning overhead. A clock ticks somewhere in another room; counting down the late-afternoon minutes as the day winds down. The sunlight spilling through this window, bereft of its heat after yet another long day of beating down ceaselessly on parked cars and blacktops, is half as thick as honey. It drips off of the leaves of the oaks and sycamore trees outside, filtering through pine needles before settling in my little corner of this apartment, setting it aglow for a few minutes before the shadows of the woods surrounding the building grow longer and longer as day turns to night.
UNC Football: Scene Setting
