Once again, the air moves over our skin. We are free. Little kids are hard-wired to this sensation. Watch them the first time they hit the outdoors in shorts. Laced with joy, their feet barely touch the ground.
Night games are the essence of summer.
You sit shortsleeved in a grandstand and watch a slow, poetic game played under dramatic lighting. A night game is a giant campfire. If you don't believe it, drive away, then glance back at the communal glow piercing the blackness. Listen to the overwhelming, live-wire electric shriek of the cicadas. The longer you listen, the louder it gets.