Night Session at l'Artisan

I took the transit out to Repentigny and set my crease directly beneath the tall park floodlight at Parc de l'Artisan. You said to keep training outside for the match here, and the asphalt pad offered wide, quiet clearance. Two dried pine branches served as my posts. When a sudden gust whipped a loose, frozen birch cone across the pavement at an erratic spiral, it kicked hard off a seam. I held my depth, tracked the low hop through the sharp glare, and snapped my blocker downward to punch the rebound cleanly into the grass border. Crease secured.