Catch
the sun 
between
fingers.
The sun
doesn't mind
Joy Catchers.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Catch the Sun: Muterspaw Championships, Las Vegas, 2008
To play Sat 8 AM we left at 1 AM, drove all night, crossed the space city of Hoover Dam before light, cooked at a park, warmed up at Darling and so it went. Everything about the patterns of learning that occured is written in code at the best, not even hinted at the least. We saw the best and worst, Charley's Decatur amid the smoke and digital handle pullers 7 AM Sunday, Mt. Charleston Monday, snow on the ground and the high sun. In between in the matches everything best left unsaid is unsaid. Tennis is a simple game that leaves little to say except,
the sun
between
the sun between
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