Waxing Gibbous Moon
Usain Bolt. What a perfect name. What an amazing athlete. What an illustrious spirit. Without saying a word, he speaks volumes in 9.8 seconds. On a slow day.
All the other sprinters struggle. They run like they are attached to something – elastic bands pulling them backwards.
Usain is free. Untethered. Pure.
They say the great ones make it look easy. Jabaar. Ali. Jordan. Kiraly. Bird. Magic. Kerri. Phelps. The new gymnast Simone Biles.
And Bolt. Born to do it. Toiled to perfect it. Reveled in the winning. The shining. Stars.
Sometimes I just really love sports. This is one of those times.
Peace, Love, and Perfection,