Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Maria's cheeks as she jogged to her designated spot on the lacrosse field, the wind whipping through her ponytail. She was a natural attacker, her stick work a thing of beauty. But the coach called her over and said they needed her to play goalie. For a split second, a flicker of something close to disappointment crossed her mind. Then, she thought of the new skills, the different perspectives, the challenge of mastering a whole new facet of the game. A shiver ran down her spine, a combination of the cold air and a rush of pure anticipation.