Being Clear

A strangly warm day close to the end of Nov.  It might be just Monterey Bay area.  Played tennis with the usual gang - Dennis, Murray and Joe and found everything very clear.  The sky with traces of silking cloubs, the waving tree top of Monterey cypresses, the tip of the distance houses.  The tennis ball flew to me feel so precise and SLOW, I could bend my knees, coil my trunk, assess the positions of the opponents, line-up my racket and execute my shots with time to spare.  All in a sharkingly vivid and clear way.  It is refreshing and enjoyable feeling.

Maybe because there is no high power meeting scheduled in the afternoon, maybe it is the gensen tea I had the previous night, maybe it the two consecutive good night sleep, maybe because of the strangly warm and clear day.  I felt good.