Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Rushing the Season

It took me back.  I was walking the beagle after work.  It was a sunny afternoon, and very mild for this time of year.  The wind made it feel a little chillier than it actually was.

I was a few blocks away from home when a flashback arrived.  It felt like one of those early spring afternoons, when we were kids, and when we couldn't wait to start wiffle ball games in the back yard.

Of course, it was too early in the year to play, but we did, anyway.  The yard was soggy and mushy.  We ended the afternoon with pants and sneakers all muddied up.  We also had sore fingers.  If you've ever caught a wiffle ball line drive on a cold day, you know what I mean.  It can sting.

It really wasn't wiffle ball weather, but you really lived for those first sunny and reasonably warm spring after school afternoons.  Of all the seasons, it really seems like spring takes the longest to arrive.  That's because it follows a long, dark, and cold winter.

A little mud and a sore hand was a small price to pay for a lot of fun.