Another Friday is slipping away like a truck receding in a rearview mirror….or the tide going out at day’s end. How quickly every Friday comes…..and goes. Who knows where it flows….this week coming to a close. The magical moments now hidden like a forgotten book in the den. I wish there was a Go Pro video camera on my red US OPEN hat….so the moments could be replayed before they vanish like the clouds streaming east on a windy day. Magical moments indeed….times filled with smiles and laughter and tennis players giving it their all chasing after that intoxicating yellow ball. How lucky we are for the Fridays….for every day….and every breath…and for every soul who brings a kind word or smile….for every magical moment that makes it all worthwhile.
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