Curb Ball

This wonderful feeling of powerlessness.  I am standing opposite him. He, with his precision, once again throws the ball against the curb.  The ball describes a perfect  arc when it bounces back and he catches the ball where his  hand expects it. I am offside and feel somewhat lost, at first.  But I am standing on my own.  I claim his beauty,  it’s mine.  I observe  and delight in  this wonderful feeling of powerlessness.

I don’t know if you played that game in your youth. A game that is lost. Due to too much traffic, too many cars, the need to park your car in your street, and the curbs have lost the proper requirements.