The sky was shinny blue this evening. The clouds were few and scattered. They had a crimson lining, the leftovers of solar love perhaps. The birds were merrily drifting towards home. The moon was lurking behind the dark ones awaiting the dusk.
As the goalkeeper kicked the ball over us high in that gorgeous sky, I felt contented. That will do, I seemed to be telling myself. A game of football amidst beautiful nature and lovely people. That will do, I would want, nothing more.
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