12/06/2025
While we were unloading at the receiver, we turned the empty space beside the dock into our own little cricket ground. Between the rumble of forklifts and the chilly breeze rolling through the yard, we grabbed a bat, found any half-decent ball, and started playing like kids who couldn’t wait to swing. The wait time didn’t even feel like waiting—every shot, every laugh, every quick single gave the place a whole different vibe.
For a moment, it wasn’t work. It was a break, a memory, and a reminder that even on the road, you can create your own fun anywhere.
