Gemotions

The soccer field was a wash of green and sun. Coach Garcia stood with the sun in his face, with the faces of the tryout players staring at him. He knew who would make the cut. He had spent all week putting the potential players through their paces. He had a feel for the team. He was certain.

He called the players together. He spoke clearly, and listed the names. He watched. He knew.

He surveyed the team, the players who had made it gathering around him. A satisfied feeling washed over him. He had his team. He felt the season start, the energy around him. He smiled.