I sat outside on the white swing with no cushion, swinging slightly back and forth, watching my brother play basketball while thinking how good my palms felt after my brother and I played catch with a partially deflated pigskin. I sat outside as the sun set, facing west and watching it slowly set beyond the horizon. The sky turned purple, pink, dark blue, and orange. As a few stars poked their light through the atmosphere, the moon also came out looking very much like the Cheshire cat's grin.
I inhaled and exhaled the fresh dusk air, and all I could think about was how it felt on my skin and in my lungs. It no longer felt like a biting cold nipping at my flesh, but more of cool breeze that wanted to tuck me into bed.
I smiled then because in that moment - that perfect moment in which I was infinite - I knew that spring was finally here and that summer would shortly follow.
I've been waiting a long time.
Too long.
And I couldn't be more happy.
Could it be that spring is actually here? [I thought this would never come.]
March 18th, 2010 at 02:20am