HOME (noun)
It’s a sunny Saturday and I’m thrilled because I’m doing what has
brightened my summers ever since I was a little girl: going to a baseball
game at Wrigley Field. As I enter through the turnstyle, I go from
sunlight to a cool, humid, gray darkness. It smells like beer and hot dogs and
salt and … history. I mean, it smells old
in there. After all, it’s been the home of the Chicago Cubs for 96 seasons now.
I locate the entrance to the section where my seat is. I walk up the plain
cement steps and suddenly I see it.
The field itself, bathed in sunshine and blanketed in green.
The grounds are green turf, the red brick walls are covered with ivy, the scoreboard
is painted a flat, deep forest color. The
seats are painted same green and filled with Cub fans just like me. Oh,
they may not look like me – after all, an almost dizzying array of demographics
is represented – but we’re all there for the same reason: we’re here to cheer
our guys and we’re hoping for a win.
As I take it all in my heart swells because I know
I’m home.
I love the way you described the smells of the park. Even though I'm not a fan of spectator sports, I felt like I was there and I was happy.
ReplyDeleteI was right there with you. Great description.
ReplyDeleteYour descriptions were so vivid I could imagine myself there. I know a few people who would be at home watching a game :)
ReplyDeletevery good place to feel at home
ReplyDeleteNice take on the prompt. I went to a game at Wrigley field once and I can relate to your feelings.
ReplyDeletethe conversational tone to it was perfect to make the reader feel like they were home too.
ReplyDeleteThat took me back to my childhood. Unfortunately the stadium I grew up going to is no more...
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up with Trifecta this week. I love the sentiment behind this post. It feels very American. I know a lot of people who feel perfectly at home there, too.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Sorry. That should've posted as Trifecta, not Seeking Elevation.
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