Beach Volleyball Memories

Sun's still sleeping when my alarm sounds at four. Roll out of bed,

chase dawn to the sandy core. By the time I'm there, lines are drawn,

spots bare. Triple A dreams got everybody in a stare. When I set

a play, double touches drive me crazy as the chains leave me frustrated

and hazy. Forty years old, clouds whisper, "In a hurry." But love for

the game keeps me in this flurry. Play until the sun drops down.

Laughing through the wins and frowns. Sand in our shoes, hearts on display.

Beach volleyball in memories our way. Court fights feel like treasure hunts at dawn.