Sprinklers

As we walk along, the sun showers us with warmth. Today it does not feel good, it is too hot. Causing me to want to will the distance, between us and Kim’s house, to lessen. Our heavy bags cause a strain, and make me very tired. We come to the baseball field. The sprinklers are on. They call to me and make me want to run free through them. We do. We go through the fence, put down our bags, kick off our shoes, and run. And leap. And jump. And laugh. Through the sprinklers. The cool water trickling down my face feels good. I close my eyes and feel the wet grass sticking to my feet. I feel the water slowly drip from my hair and down the back of my shirt. It feels nice, and cool, and delicious, like ice cream on a summer day. I open my eyes and look up. I see the blue sky. It is clear, with a few snow-white clouds that look like cotton candy splattered throughout. I feel the moment. All at once it comes over me. I know I will remember it forever. Suddenly the sun isn’t making me feel hot, just good. (written 6/25/07)