Thursday, October 14, 2010

Beach Ball

The sun lounged low to the ground, and it was still chilly in the early spring, but the cold frost of winter, which tiptoed to the coast on the coattails of the inland breezes, had turned to hints of warmth. The sun warms the ground and the morning fog snakes through palm trees and early joggers.


They play with a ratty old ball one of them found in ocean-washed driftwood. There are real footballs here and there, but this is the now, and this is the easy fun. This is how you play football on the beach in Morocco.

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