I look outside and I see nothing but grey.
It’s still March. The temperature hovers near 6 C. I hear exactly zero birds chirping.
While I generally enjoy the smell when it rains, it’s entirely the wrong smell today.
My trusty, decades-old Rawlings mitt sits, flat and lifeless. It knows.
As I write this, it’s Opening Day (North American version) for Major League Baseball.
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