Dust is a clerk that files itself.

A proud ring that looked decorative in June will pack Quarry Hill dust after the first dry week. Reed holds it to the window, daylight walks through, and Marnie writes 'step' before anyone mentions paste as a pardon.

Players blame the hill. The hill is weather. The seat is the file. We recut or we hand the ring back. We do not fill it as a souvenir of the walk from Soldiers Field.