In My Write Mind
It's almost that time of year.
Almost time for a stretch of the body, almost time to take deeper breaths. It's just about time to readjust our eyesight and start making after work plans. It's nearly time for earlier sunrises and seemingly longer days. It's almost time to shed winter coats and skull caps in exchange for leather jackets and baseball caps.
In the coming weeks, it will be time to clean out our closets and get a thorough house cleaning underway. Almost time to flip the pancakes and the pages of the sports section to see different types of batters. Just about time to flip the mattress and the pages of the calendar. Almost time to flip the switch on the treadmills. Time to flip the seasonal script.
Before you know it, it will be time to finalize your summer vacation plans to the island of your choice. Time to restock the CD player with the sounds of a new season.
In fact, it's close to time to load your Lou Rawls CD.
Don't blink or you might miss the first bloom or the morning dew. You might miss the sounds of the rocking robins, the blue birds and the construction crews and sanitation trucks outside your window. Keep your ears focused or you could easily miss the noise from the surrounding school yards--sounds of laughter; sounds of running and balls bouncing and screaming.
The sounds of Mr. Softee as he plays his neighborhood anthem.
It's nearly time for the smell of pizza and bagels to waft through the breeze, making its way into your subconscious. Time for catcalls and catwalks, time for cat and mouse. Yup, it's just about time to catch the expected fever, fall hard for it all like a performer on a slippery stage. Almost time for short skirts and heels, barbecues and meals, sidewalk vendors playing 'let's make a deal.'
It's a time I can't wait for; a time that comes like clockwork every year. A time like no other.
A time called Spring. And I'm sprung. In fact, as it nears, I've got more pounce to the ounce.
True, the calendar says Vernal Equinox...but that doesn't make it so. There are still a few more snow storms and below-50-degree days to go. A few more literal and figurative bugs to be worked out. A few more wintry solos before it finally leaves the stage, giving way to a New York Spring-harmonic.
Until then, we get ready. We stretch and we prepare. We get antsy as we stare at the seasonal on-deck circle, awaiting its turn at-bat.
Because right now, much to our chagrin...it's only Spring training.
scribbled by Will at 3/22/2005 07:40:00 AM
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I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. (Joan Didion)
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