There comes a moment every spring when something-- an outing, a hike, a meal, a movie, something-- evokes summer so trenchantly that my spirit lifts and my heart sings. This year it was Friday night at the ballpark. We are sharing season tickets to the Nats with a few of our neighbors, and last night was the first of our five games.
All day long we fretted about rain and traffic and the unfamiliarity of the experience, but the sun was shining when we hopped in the car at 6:15, and traffic wasn't too bad, and we parked in a garage right at the stadium, and our seats were good, though the team was not. Watching the sun set and then the moon rise, and being under the lights, and smelling the food, and waving our caps, and getting up to move, and watching all the people, was fun and felt just like summer.
Life lesson: S minus 34 and counting!
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