march 1st is a day i look forward to. not so much because of what could happen today but because of what it represents.
it means that the cold of winter is coming to an end and that the grass will begin to grow again and the leaves will emerge from thier buds as the air begins to warm.
we are a month or so away from that and it will probably snow here well before then.
but march 1st means that we are only four more weeks away from that.
it gives me hope. a little lift to my step. something to smile about as i look at my soccer boots in the closet waiting for the feel of the grass and dirt and warmth.
there are days and nights here in the dead of winter when you feel as if nothing can ever be warm again, so you steel yourself for the shock and the bite of the cold. it builds a determination inside though. a resolution that i would not relinquish. it is a yearly training course in stubborn refusal to give in and move to arizona. i would miss the bike rides in -20 degree weather. i would miss the three layers of shirts and sweaters under my jacket as i ride. i take some pleasure from the fact that i can get socks that will keep my feet warm in my boots on the bike. it is a good life.
but when the days begin to warm up then the layers can come off and it is like being reborn to a new life of dri-fit t-shirts and sandals and mountain bike shorts. it is the way angels in heaven dress. with little holes in the shirt for the wings.
and a clean mountain bike. i haven`t cleaned my bike in months. too cold. i feel bad though when i look at it covered in dirt, salt and oil. soon, soon you will be clean.
when it warms up enough to open up the outside water tap.
when it warms up enough to run the length of the soccer field until you can`t run any more. and then laugh.
that`s what march 1st means to me.