Thirty-Seven Springs

The Crowning

A Rhode Island Red rooster in a maize-gold cashmere sweater seated alone on a wooden bench in a dim locker room, a cut basketball net draped around his neck, fluorescent lights casting long shadows across concrete floor, lockers visible behind him

Everyone had left. The net still hung from his neck like something he hadn't decided whether to keep. He had been told, once, that the waiting was the hardest part — but the waiting had been simple. It was the room after the room that required composure.

8 April 2026

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