Yellow memories

The first time I saw the green fields at Hermosillo stadium is when the longing began. the camera from centerfield panned down from the upper bowl crowd down to the playing field and the visual was a backlit playing field full of yellow sun flare, evoking memories of a time long past.

Here I am, in a frozen city looking out at a gorgeous summer scene, my dreams incarnate on a 44″ screen.

Tantalizing, yet ultimately frustrating. We in the northern hemisphere aren’t there yet. Yellow dreams won’t become a reality for a few months.

Yet…

Out there
Beyond the gray frozen pavement
Far away from the winter winds that cut to the bone
Past the hibernating earth that is invisible to the eye
Beyond the bounds of this frozen city and her black and gray landscape that is entrenched in a fight Against the bitter February cold
Beyond all that
There is an idea forming.

Currently this idea is on the outer limits of the visible horizon
It resides in a landscape that we can only see in our memories and in our hearts
We squint to remember it currently, but it is there
It is tangible to our senses, and we will become acquainted with it once again.

Within our memories and our hearts, within the very soul is where this idea, this belief, this concept, this essence, lives.

It is out there, currently being honed on foreign soil, and soon the very fiber of this entity will be sown over the red encrusted earth of Arizona’s landscape.
The seed will also be spread over Florida’s soil and this idea, this belief, this thing
will grow.

The idea will become more concrete over time
Winter’s death will give way to the rebirth of spring
Gray will become green
For the young a dream will begin, continue, or be put on hold.
For the old, dreams will be extended or become extinguished.

For me

It’s another year of falling in love.