Saturday, May 06, 2006

Life's Little Pleasures, #21

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?

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1:11 PM

    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!

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  2. 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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