I live in a little valley beneath the local high school track, where each May youngsters from area schools gather to compete in hurdles, sprints, relays and field events. Their physiques vary widely: Some are small and awkward as colts, having barely encountered puberty; others appear to have come neatly through that hormonal tumult and landed in the bodies of young adults. All are beautiful in a way they will not fully appreciate until it is irretrievably gone.
So again this year, I grabbed my camera and headed up to the meet to bear witness: to feel the excitement of competition, the elegance of earnest effort and the poignant poetry of youth in full bloom, as yet undiminished by time.
Meditatio Ephemera 
Thank you for this post. I appreciate the youth as you do – “All are beautiful in a way they will not fully appreciate until it is irretrievably gone.” I particularly like the photo “friends”
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Thank you, Rafiki!
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Sempre que posso aqui no Rio de Janeiro participo de competições semelhantes aessas.
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Maravilhoso! Obrigado por ler e comentar.
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