i have a very distinct memory of my field hockey practices. in high school we'd have practice from 3-5 every day. being a fall sport that always meant bright red arms and legs in mid-Novemeber. the cold air would always sting a little at first until you warm up enough to take off the extra shirt. even still, the air is so cold and crisp that we all match the turning leaves.
today i was playing, well, more like kicking the ball around in the late afternoon. and although i wasn't holding my field hockey stick, and there were only three of us as oppose to the 20 something, the air had that cold nip to it, the trees were blowing just that way, and my friends legs were too red to ignore.
playing on a team is something that i miss almost everyday. i was glad to just be outside kicking the soccer ball around and feeling that bit of competitiveness that comes out when i'm on the field.