Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
The crowd “oooh’d” and “aaah’d” every time a display of patriotic flashes streamed across the sky.
“Tonight’s gonna be a good night. . .”
The air was filled with the smell of wet grass, wet clay and whiffs of hot dogs and hamburgers.
Droplets of rain hit the green cushions behind homeplate.
The wood was moist from the humidity of the afternoon’s late summer shower.
I was sitting right next to my summer best friends.
It was the half-way point of the baseball season.
After being soaked because of the torrential rain that began half way during our late Sunday afternoon game, I sat in the visitor’s bullpen at Joker Marchant Stadium staring not at the fireworks, but everyone around me because that’s when every one is most free – when they think everyone else is just a distracted as they are. It was liberating to just sit and take in my surroundings without worrying about exams. . .love. . .future careers. . .money. . .pain. . .
That’s when I felt most alive this year.