Tennis courts and beach houses may not seem to have that much in common, but the simplicity can be parallel. A beach house, to me, is decorated with minimal furnishings, something like a guest house where the eyes have many spaces to pause and the decor does not distract from an open window with a fresh view.
Since I live more than two hours from the closest saltwater view of Galveston and I also live quite a distance from a large scale museum, the minimalism and space at the tennis courts were extra intriguing for me, last night. I walked around the courts several times and found myself just wanting to live there. To set up my bed right in one of the sections. I found myself motivated to reduce the accumulated clutter in my living environment and push forward toward an emptier space.