Observing and watching Tom playing pool, concentrating and
calmly watching his opponents calculate their moves, trying
to anticipate what they are going to shoot at next.
Calmly and patiently taking his time, shooting with a pre-
ordained thought of what he is going to attain when it's
his turn.
Leaning forward, stick poised, waiting, carefully looking
once more at his options then shooting, following the path-
way of the ball with his eyes.
Straightening up, pleased with the moves he has made and
contented that the ball went right where he wanted it to go.
Stepping back, smiling, holding his cue stick with both hands,
pleased with the game he has played each time.
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