Post 185: Witness to Winter

I watched the hard compact balls of snow pass by me

Moving like bullets from a gun.

The battle waged savagely on the grounds of SUNY Albany

With volleys and parries, attacks, and counter attacks.

Fighting with such ferocity at this time of night you would think you were on the front lines of a world war.

Movement back and forth like stampeding cattle.

Yelling and shouts of joy, and then crushing defeat.

The thump sound of balls hitting their intended target,

And the softer sound of the ones off track.

I wonder how many of the participants are smiling.

I couldn’t tell in the cold black darkness, but I could imagine.

An image so large of so many imperfect smiles that it would give my orthodontist fits of joy.

I was a witness to all of this when a geodesic mini moon nearly made me unconscious.

I was saved by the thick glass windowpane and wind controlled-door.

Then smiling I peered underneath the white mark and gazed on in eagerness at the ensuing battle.

Participating vicariously, I dance back and forth while sitting in my cold but comfortable wheelchair.