Today's OneWord: Elm

Every day around one thirty, the group would convene at the elm tree outside the library, drinking lemonade out of glass bottles and tossing a beat up, purple frisbee around. One of the members had a dog - a little old Corgi that still had some stamina - and it would yap at the flying disc, trying in vain to jump up and catch it in its yellow teeth. I walked by the teenagers once I had gotten a couple of books, and one of them waved at me, though I wasn't quite sure why.