Youth

I live in a little valley beneath the local high school track, and when I heard the loudspeaker yesterday announcing the 200-meter dash and the high jump, I grabbed my camera and headed up to the meet.  In this season of new life, I wanted to be there — to feel the excitement of competition,  the elegance of earnest effort and the poignant poetry of youth in full bloom, as yet untouched by time.

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  1. She’s back! And in fine form. This made me smile, thinking of the boys and their forays into sports in our little valley. Thanks for that.

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    1. I thought of your boys, too, especially remembering Aidan’s graduation photos. Nearly two years ago now! How does that happen? Glad you enjoyed this post, dear Jane.

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  2. slukwago · · Reply

    The excitement of competition … youth. Ah, thank you for this, Cate! Makes me smile. And welcome back … I have missed you blogging.

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    1. Thank you, my friend — for your appreciation of this one and for the welcome back. 🙂

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  3. thanks Cate!
    a distant memory
    of running & being sore
    for the good of the team 🙂

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    1. Me, too.:)

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