There’s been a bit of a thaw going on around here. Most of the snow is gone from the grass, water is pooling up where it normally does, there is birdsong in the morning. Inspired, I went for a short walk by the churchyard. In among the gravestones were a baseball mitt, aluminum bat, and a pair of lacrosse sticks. It’s the only place open enough to play without fear of breaking mom’s windows, I suspect.
I continued on, hearing the sound of children playing, and then a soccer ball rolled into the parking lot. I picked it up, noting that its green outer case was peeling away, and the black center was showing. And then I hurled it back to the three boys inside the playground. They paused a second, then started up with their game — blue capes tied around their necks, sand shovels filled with sand to hurl at one another as they ran to play a hybrid of soccer and “sand lacrosse”. As I continued my walk, I didn’t see any flowers blooming yet, but everywhere parents and children were out on their lawns playing catch football. And I was passed by a pair of women power-walking in yoga pants and puffy vests. I know it will get colder again, but it was nice to get outdoors without a hat.