My favorite season

Hello dear readers. My profuse apologies for my neglecting to post any new updates these past few months. What can I say? It's been an incredibly full time, and after spending days on end reading and writing, sometimes the last thing I feel like doing is writing some more. Even if it is a free form. But, sitting on my front porch this evening, reading (what else?), I felt compelled to grab my notebook and to try and capture the evanescence of the moment on this ridiculously warm and summer like day in late March. Here were the traces and fragments that I gathered:
- The sharp and pleasing 'clink' of a metal softball or baseball bat as it struck ball after ball at a soothing interval in the not-too-far distance, reminding me of my days of summer city softball, and beckoning me to come and play again
- The wafting scent of a gas grill laced with a hint of sizzling meat that I imagine visually streaming past my nose and across my body cartoon-style
- The sun glinting off of the white prison-like structure that is the high school across the street and turning the horizon a baby pink lined with periwinkle clouds and a powder blue domed sky, cut through with the twin white lines of jet fuel as a plane soars upward
- Low-rider cars rolling by, bases pumping, melodies inaudible, fast wheels, loud motors
- Bodies outside, at once full of energy and in no particular hurry to get anywhere
- My next-door neighbors' rottweiler, coming to say hi to me, seemingly exuberant about the warmth and the opportunity to explore the outdoors again
- A ball bouncing on the tennis courts across the street, and later, the bouncing of a basketball as a group of three young guys make their way down the sidewalk
- Short sleeves and bare feet, perfectly comfortable
- A teenage girl's voice reverberating against cinder block
- Geese calling, or are they seagulls? and a whole chorus of varied-voiced birds
- The American flag languorously blowing in the ever-so-gentle breeze, folding back in on itself again and again
- The clink of my neighbors' dinnertime silverware in action
- Newly formed buds on the lilac bushes, only a few short weeks ago buried in four feet of snow
- Energy, life, excitement - spring. My favorite season. How can anybody be seriously expected to be doing schoolwork on a day like this?