It’s late April.

The afternoon sun, a once soft orange light on the horizon, has now risen high in the sky.

Those long winter days seem so off in the distant past, and spring has arrived with its partner in crime: the baseball season.

As you arrive to the ballpark for Opening Day, the old vendor shouts “HEY PROGRAMS HERE; PROGRAMS, FOAM FINGERS GUYS GET ‘EM WHILE THEY’RE HOT!” to the crowds passing by. The smell of hot dogs grilling to perfection greet your senses as you enter the gate. The sounds of fans roaming the promenade fill your ears, your excitement growing alongside theirs as you all navigate the crowds for your seats.

You step out of the shaded land of soda pop and souvenirs, and feast your eyes on the most beautiful sight: the field. The freshly-cut green grass, divided and groomed so impeccably it couldn’t have been drawn by the world’s finest artist. The dimensions of the park, appearing small from outside, now challenge the players just how far they can hit one out, with walls surrounding the diamond-shaped playground.

Members of both teams dance and move about the field, preparing for the game. Some hoist balls back and forth, warming up their arms to throw. The “pop” that rings from the balls screaming into their gloves all but confirm that they are ready to go. Others stretch and run through the luscious outfield, their colorful uniforms glistening in the sun as they maneuver. Those close enough can hear the crackling of the minted dirt underneath that spiky metal cleats, a sound of pure bliss to those who know it.

As the players officially take the field for the opening pitch, you soak everything in: all the sights, the sounds, the smells. This place, this time, truly encapsulates not only the game of baseball, but this special time of year. The trials and tribulations of winter have faded; the sun is warm and shining, with the wonders of summer quickly approaching. This moment brings forth fresh starts, new opportunities for all.

You nestle into your seat next to a loved one. The pitcher towers high on the mound, ready to unleash his arsenal upon his opponent. The once hectic crowd now settles in with the batter, who grips his maple sword tight, prepped for a duel.

The pitcher winds to throw, every sense and emotion harping at once, giddying you with anticipation.

Here’s to spring, a new beginning.