And....exhale....

It's 24 degrees outside my office, and there are ice floes in the parking lot. When the wind blows, it doesn't matter how many layers I'm wearing - it cuts right through me. The bright sunshine is a teasing reminder that my skin won't always be this lizard-dry, that I'll be able to eat lunch outside, that I'll open the moonroof, but also that those days are still months away.

But it'll be okay now. I take a deep breath, and, when I do, I smell fresh-cut grass. I hear a crack and a roar. I see beautiful green...and I exhale.

Pitchers and catchers report.