Many blogs have a Friday tradition of posting a single photo, without any words, to capture a moment from their week. I’m going to do something similar today, with a twist. Here is a single image, with no photo, that captures “spirit”:
I am washing dishes at my kitchen sink, looking out the window at the spruce trees, when I see a figure moving slowly, at the other end of the park. I don’t pay much attention, until about twenty minutes later, when this same figure shows up again; now closer to my backyard. I see him throw his body forward, pause, and then struggle through the knee deep snow. Several lucky steps on a crusty layer of drifted snow show he is not wearing snow shoes–a bad choice on his part. Seconds later, his boots plummet out of sight into the powder.
I stay at the window watching him; waiting for my suspicions to be confirmed.
Suddenly he drops his knees, sinks up to his waist and starts pawing through the snow like a wild animal looking for food. Finally, he finds his buried treasure, staggers to a stand and lunges forward again… throwing his frisbee towards the basket.
I was right. The fellow is playing disc golf. In February. All by himself. On a course mummified by snow.
Whoever you are, hardy disc-golf player, I like you.