But looking out my window it begins to be springtime. A time of renewal if there's something to renew. Those of us lost in circumstance may not notice the changing of the seasons. Baseball has drawn me out. I let all fall away when baseball speaks to me.
Baseball means spring.
Baseball keeps my shadow at arm's length where I can watch it before there's trouble. And trouble there will be when shadow gets into the monkey and they start dancing on my back. It stresses me out and makes me easy to anger. No one likes that dance, not even the monkey. You worry too much about how things are.