Delicious red dirt

A tennis club near Bursa. Three red clay courts. Overcast. Delicious red dirt. Tall pines, fir, green oasis. A fish eatery.

The red clay is rolled, packed, watered and swept. Maybe I will have a chance to play, run and feel the flow. It's about footwork, timing and energy.

You dance with the ball. It begins to snow lilac petals. Bird shadows dress red for two hours in one minute. You slide and glide; a quickness cat in your element. Get it back, get it in.

Variables: in, direction, depth, spin, power.

Playing dirt ball with the ferocity of a jaguar using stealth and cunning.

Make it new day by day. Make it new.

Peace.