for that scent in the air. the one that gives me goosebumps. the one that helps my lips to part into a smile. i am waiting...preparing for when that time comes. bugs tickle my insides and my eyes widen to the thought of it. its been a long winter and my fingers yearn for that sandy dirt between them. the air has been too cold...too bitter. waiting for the hot sun to awaken my skin. to burn into me leaving behind proof of being there. i cant wait to step foot onto the field again.