highlander_ii

He squints against the glare of the sun. He's focused. Watching the pitcher shake off the signs. Waiting.

When the pitch comes, he times everything just right. A lift of his foot, the cant of his hips, the set of his shoulders moments before the full power of his swing.

There's a strong vibration down his arm as the bat connects. Tipping his head back, he watches the ball for less than a second before he hightails it toward first base. The hit was beautiful. So was the arc of the ball in the air.

Caught by left field. Out.