Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 6: July 30, 2014
She serves from half-court. I return forearm. She backhands it over the net. I race into position and pivot, delivering the best backhand of our volley. Did she return it? Did I?
Getting water later, I say, “We’ve progressed from terrible to rotten.”
Tennis court bathed in sunlight slapping sounds
We return from the country store with a fresh loaf of bed—and from outfitters with a new pair of sunglasses. Mira prepares another European-style cheese/meat platter for lunch. We toast each other with the last of our white zin.
Classical music goat cheese and prosciutto under clouds
Photo by Aaina Sharma