There's that moment when you first enter the park, that you leave the warm sunlight and are suddenly plunged into the darkness of the concourse. Your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of popcorn, the excitement of fans anticipating the game, the vendors loudly hawking beer or hot dogs, and the rush of cool air that comes with the circulation of the air in and out of the field area. As we slowly make our way through the ticket-takers and happy crowd, we see the field, ever so green in the distance.
This is one of my most favorite things in this world--walking through the concourse approaching the emerald fields of baseball. It is the promise of a lovely day, the warmth of the sun, and the fun of watching a good game. It is spending time with the family, of just relaxing, not having to do anything but sit on my bottom and watch the Boys of Summer. The contrast of a cold beer in hand and the warm breeze on my shoulders can't be beat.
Isn't this a metaphor for this winter? I feel like we have been in the cold and snow for too long this year, and still, we are lucky to approach 50 degrees even this week. Come April, we are hopefully heading into the concourse of Spring--the darkness of winter leaving, the brightness of Spring directly ahead, if only we'd get there already.
Spring with it's promise of flowers and of green grass, the warm breezes and delicious smells of the earth returning to life. It's just ahead, almost in our grasp--it feels like we're walking and walking and never getting there. It's like the nightmare where you cannot dial the phone or you keep running and your feet aren't making headway. I want to be at Spring already!