Friday Night Lights

For a two days I thought about going to the home football game tonight. In the last hour I came to a decision. I'm not going to the football game. That was a crazy thought. What would I gain by subjecting myself to that experience. God, I can't drive by the empty practice field without a quiver of agony. Last year I think I went to a half of a game, or was that the year before? Many days have passed and little differentiates one from the other. All days are occupied with the same dominating focus.

In the light of the sun setting on August, Doc and I were noseing around the oak tree in the front yard looking for acorns. The squirels chew them up and leave few of the perfect ones so you have to look close in the grass and ground-up shells. An acorn is beautiful creation. The little cap with a tiny stem is as perfect as a wool beret. A piece of oak furniture finished in a craftsman's shop is almost as fine as the acorn's body.

Looking close at the base of the trunk of the tree I saw three shards of material out of place. Two little finger nail size pieces of purple and on of white. They weren't vegetable, they were mineral. Coffee cup in fact. Carbon dating would put their date of destruction at May 11th to 13th, 2005. I shattered the mugs in anger, and found the pieces in peace.

I'm not going to the game tonight. I fear my heart would shatter. Tonight I want to keep the peace. In the Friday night light of the setting sun I will ride my bike and leave the pieces of the past where they belong.