Short metric competition in the local league this Sunday; three dozen each at 50m & 30m. Beautiful weather, not too hot, the line nicely shaded… well, our end of it, anyway. I shot better that I had ever expected, really. Low errors. Tight groups. The wind, just a little rustle to make the trees sound nice. Cold, cold water and cupcakes. Everyone laughing and enjoying themselves. The hum of conversation and that quiet satisfaction of getting it right. The joy of improving. The strong shot, the arrow that flies off the bow like a dolphin arcing from the water.
As good as it gets.