A forehand kisses the net wand hangs there in mid-air, but for once the ball does not come back to my side, as the opponent realizes this he unchains himself from the baseline and scrambles to try to hit the cherished yellow possession back over the seemingly high net, he succeeds, as he hits a ball so high that I am not sure that it ever came down, but it in fact did as I now had to scurry to make sure that all the hard work was for nothing, I took a deep breath and let the play develop in front of me, all of a sudden, I felt as if an angel punched me in the stomach and made me realize that the point was far from over, the opponent, visibly out of breath, hit a weak shot that barely made it over the net; I took advantage of it and hit a groundstroke that sailed past my opponent who was seemingly nailed to the floor, inexplicably the ball was out as I looked up to the heavens and saw the sun blazing down on me, a reminder that there is still day and time left to make up for that mistake