Standing near Third Base, I advised the runner from the Coaches Box.

“There are no outs, if it is hit on the ground toward First, run Home.”

Home. A place of safety.

Home. So close, it seemed as if we could touch it from Third.

Home. Just a little help and my runner would return Home.

So tonight, pull up your covers. Close your eyes. Smile. You’re Home. All is good.