Hopping over the boards and hearing the ice crunch under your blades as you dig in and push off, scrambling to join the play.
Is it October yet?
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That makes me think of the hushed sound a perfectly hit golf shot makes as you look over a bright green course in the lengthening shadows of a warm summer day. Perfection!
2 comments:
That makes me think of the hushed sound a perfectly hit golf shot makes as you look over a bright green course in the lengthening shadows of a warm summer day. Perfection!
I remember the image of the arc of a diver in a poem by William Carlos Williams or someone from that period. Sorry I can't direct you further there.
You have a deft touch. Glad I stopped in. It was worthwhile.
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