Camp Rudy 09: La Noche

To my left lays the pool, swathed in its blue shimmer. Through the recumbent air of the summer night floated the fluttering, ribbony sounds of crickets. And with my listening, I hear something come quietly from the gym:

Thwock. Thwock. Thwock.

The campers have broken curfew and snuck into the gym for clandestine basketballings! I lean back, a smile upon my lips, lost amid my own memories of midnight hoops.

¡Ah, de espíritu juvenil!

Let the little scamps play. It is all to the good.

And tomorrow, I shall extract a measure of payback, Rudy-style!

Foto by Casey Holdahl for Blazers Center Court.

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