Almost forgot about the Friday night polo today. Was so very close to passing it by. Woulda’ been a profound loss, for it was a long evening of much sprinting, crazy goals, new kids, heckling, and a wheel bent beyond belief and brought back to life by a dear buddy.
Ran around the court for a game. And man oh man did I ever see. Stadium lights all around, shadows being cast all about, the occasional moon. Totally different light than the sun-bathed Sunday afternoon sessions. Totally different feel.
Part of it was the sweat I think. People straight glistened under the harsh white being cast down from the towers. Harsh light and sweat is a favorite of mine. I think. Tonight at least.
Peanuts, blogging, and sleep.