Seeing Things

I watched a player dart from first base, running in the dirt with arms pumping. He slid into second base, popping up to his feet.

There was no throw.

It was only a spring training game a few days after winter ended.

It was the top of the fifth.

Isn’t it wonderful to notice fractions of life they pass by?

I realized that I’d seen this.

And I wept.

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