A sunny drive through country and community. There is a clarity to the light. Perfect shadows. Primary colours are glowing. Out the bus window is a baseball game. Little League. The pure purple team against the pure orange team playing on a vivid green and beige background. Each boy is a uniform height. In the few seconds I have to see the picture there is a pitch and a hit. The bright white ball arcs like it has a tracer beam behind it and the orange and purple move into action. Such poetry. The school colours of the home team must be purple because the light standards on the roads near the school are the same pure violet. My eye trails them down the street and away from the diamond.
Sometimes these moments of clarity almost scare you. You want the same clarity in every moment. You want the best parts of this culture we
