Blue skies and cool breezes

The pounding of ground is muted only by the clamouring of colliding sticks.  Feet intermix in a chaotic exchange. One is standing, alone in an archway except for her, the arch is painted on the grass. Approaching shirts sway in the cool dry breeze.  Shouts of “shoot!” penetrate the warm spring air. Without a cloud in the sky, she shoots and scores! And back to midfield they go again. Some dejected, some elated. But all is right with the world in this moment. And I pray those cheering their kids also remember this.

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