Steph

“The rain hadn’t stopped. It accompanied Everett on his way home, bucketing down so fiercely that he could hardly see where he was going, so that he was forced to stick to the river, to know which direction he was heading, and where, next to him, dozens of games of Riverball were being played, with plenty of shouting and laughter and general hubbub. And yet for perhaps the first time in his life, Everett did not feel like joining in. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he had just seen.”
― Sean Bobby Kerr, A Journey Thrice Begun