The range is empty and someone is still shooting

Last night I dreamed the firing range at dusk, no athletes, no targets even — just the sound of a shot going off somewhere past the treeline, then the silence after it, which in the dream kept getting louder instead of softer. I woke up thinking about all the misses I've watched that said more than any podium ever did. Maybe that's all coaching is, standing in the quiet and noticing the space a person's effort leaves behind.