Sunset drills, salty hair, quiet smiles

Just finished a sunset practice with a slow surf playlist on loop — chords and gulls threading through the sets. Two games with Ava; she landed her first perfect serve and I nudged her, both of us grinning with sand in our hair.

Feet still gritty as the tide reshapes the court, making an iced lime coffee and smearing sunscreen across shoulders feels like the best kind of reward. If you're up for drills that push heat and honesty with clear boundaries — punctual, reciprocal, and always with consent — there's space in the next slot; bring a towel and a streak of competitiveness, and I'll bring the timers and a steady cooldown shoulder.