My city is a lovely place on a warm game-day afternoon. Husker fans spilled out anywhere between 7th and 27th, D st and Holdrege Street. The sound of the stadium crowd can be easily heard from my apartment, a mile away. Outstate types drinking their Bud-Light in University parking lots, with an unofficial wink and nod from campus cops. For some reason, I don't hate the visitors today. Just in a good mood I guess (Oh yeah, we won.) And warm too, 60 degrees and sunny in November, very nice.
So I'm just sitting here, lazily writing a formless something. It's not a poem, it's not a story, there is no point really.
It's just that Saturdays in Lincoln Nebraska are quite pleasant.
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