Today I walked the dog in the park. Although it’s just a few days from the first day of spring, I was dressed in a down coat, wool hat, and gloves. The air was cold and the wind was biting my cheeks. There were still piles of snow on the ground and in the parking lot, and there was a thin sheet of ice on the pond. I walked quickly so that I would warm up. I walked with my face tucked into the collar of my coat. Even the dog was rushing to get back to the car.
As we rounded the final corner and walked quickly around the large open park space, I heard the ping of a metal baseball bat.
Maybe spring is coming after all.
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I could hear the ping and picture you and the dog hurrying to the car. I saw some daffodils pushing their way through the snow today. It’s coming.
As I hear of another nor’eater bearing down on us in the northeast, I am craving ANY sign of spring.
We can only hope though it doesn’t seem promising. Thanks for the slice. I could feel ththe hope baseball brings.
That was so clever! I love the title and the ending how full circle it is. Thanks for the hope!
Trying to be hopeful, but it’s challenging!