An Outdoor Tennis ClassIt was a half amusing, half annoying conversation.An Outdoor Tennis Class by TheShanar
The students' words were bawdy and dull, each comment delivered sharply, as if the words hadn't been used thousands of times before. Each quip connected with the ever present snow.
But the snow was dull too. There were no trees to catch it, no scenery to frame it, and the landscape looked more or less the same as it did during the summer.
Winter was white. Summer was brown.
It was the only real change.
That, and the cold, which the students were swearing loudly about, as if their hot tongues could melt the frozen wasteland they cursed.