0194 A Boy's Vision

The boy walks past the window; you can see he's got something clearly in his mind; walks firmly on both feet as if he walked on grass; his carriage upright, a half-smile on his face; his eyes are bright; he swings his hands from side to side in front of him. He has a vision. Ah yes. His captain's just tossed the ball to him; it's his spell to bowl. This is what he was born to do; he has the skills; he knows he can do it; can't wait; but no hurry, as he's confident, switching the ball from hand to hand, warming it with his love. The boy walks past the window. He has a vision.