Saturday's a Rugby Day

I begin to shiver as I await for my teammates to arrive on the rugby pitch. The image is somehow beautiful although the sky is completely grey. I try to take in the smell, but my nose burns due to the cold. Rain is coming down at a slight angle, sprinkling cold drops of water onto my four layers of clothing. I hear the rustle of leaves scrape against one another and the shaking of leaves that I have not yet fallen from the trees. When I pick up a few of the leaves, they are cold and nearly broken due to the force of the rain. The yellow and orange leaves sway in the wind, and I am able to witness many of them falling to the ground. I can also hear the scurrying of animals trying to escape the horrible weather. Sitting there in the cold, I often rub my hands together because it is terribly cold. However,  I am also aware that my shaking is also probably due to nervousness. I have arrived at the pitch early to take in the beautiful mud covered field that I know that I will soon be tackled on, hoping that I don’t break a leg or get a concussion. As I feel the wind and rain whip across my face, I also hope for something greater to come from the pitch: I sit in silence hoping that I can succeed for my team. When I finally hear laughter approaching, I stop my meditation and run over to get my teammates hyped to destroy the muddy pitch that I was just enjoying all alone.

(By the way, we won our game!)