Art by Liza Esquibias
A familiar object sits in the corner of my room.
The sunset orange colors stare back at me as I contemplate my decisions. The stress of schoolwork, among other things, has brought me to a breaking point.
The answer is right there. So, I grab my basketball, lace my shoes and go to work. It doesn’t matter whether it’s on the concrete or on the hardwood.
A form of therapy unlike any other ensues.
A couple of close shots start my routine. Then, I go to the one-dribble pull-up.