June 8, 2021:

Suspicious girl, mistrusting the world. Watches side-eyed, eyes and vulnerability camouflaged behind permed blonde curls.

Woman with bicycle, younger man with motored bike. Across the aisle, comparing features.

I've been there many times. Padres, Chargers, Who, Rolling Stones. I was there the first day it opened, marveling over spiral walkways.

This is my home. Or it once was. Granted you never step into the same river twice.