It’s like flying.
Legs pushing, arms pumping, air brushing my cheeks as I rush down the field. Looking for the pass as I streak toward the goal – trapping, dribbling, sending it on to the striker for the score.
Dashing back onto defense. Turning, challenging, refusing to give up even if the player gets by because there’s always another chance to catch up.
Flying by foot. It’s the closest we can come to freedom’s rush.
Linda’s stream of consciousness prompt on Saturdays is always a blast. This week’s prompt is to write about a form of movement.