Gemotions

The clipboard felt surprisingly light in his hand. Coach Thompson walked across the practice field, the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and purple. The air was crisp, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled his lungs. He saw the player in question standing alone, practicing free throws. The young man's head was bowed. Coach Thompson smiled inwardly. He approached the boy and put a hand on his shoulder and started to speak. The tension that had been building for weeks was gone.