I’m walking along the edge of recreational buzz — basketball, volleyball, a roller hockey game, rollerbladers, cyclists, families kicking soccer balls.
It’s the end of the day, the kids are walking off the rink, carrying skates and sticks, talking with their mom about dropping 6th period, listening to music streaming through a Bluetooth speaker.
It’s dusk, the streetlights aren’t on yet. The air is full of energy, that buzz that exists at the turning of a season, this one, winter into spring. It’s that energy that makes you feel like there is so much more to come, like there is so much good up ahead.
I observe all this in a few dense moments and suddenly I’m overwhelmed with gratitude, hope, and a renewed love for where I find myself. This is just another stop on my journey. It may be for longer than my last few stops, but that’s ok. I need some stability. And this place seems like a good place to spend some time.
The air is ripe with energy, there is so much good up ahead.
