Glow

So let me straighten this all out.

It's 1:06 AM, when I look at my watch. I'm strolling out of Wal-Mart with a few things I need; the typical midnight shopping spree. It seems I can really get what I need in the dead hours of the night. As I pass into the cool summer air, and the orange and white glow against the pavement, I hear the usual sounds; cars racing on the Deerfoot, airplanes taking strangers to and from the port. And, strangely, the sound of sticks scratching the pavement.

It was as I drew closer to my car that I realize these sticks were none other than hockey sticks. There was a large group set up outside Deerfoot Mall playing street hockey. There was a large lamp set up to illuminate the playing area, two nets each with a goaltender, and many players in jerseys, with socks and shin pads. The game was also being watched by twenty or so spectators in sweaters and with blankets.

It was in these moments that I realized the true majesty, and magnitude of two things in my life. Hockey, and night.

The grace and thrill of the sport. Truly, it keeps the heart of sport, and challange alive. The cold, jagged gashes in ice that are leave as footprints on the snow. Evidence of life, of happiness.

And night. How though we live in a world controlled, there is still the hope of humanity by dusk. The darkness compels honesty, and the ambitions of hearts to fulfill themselves. There are no boundaries of what can be achieved.

I drove away smiling. Maybe there is a chance.