over the left shoulder.

it was raining.
not pouring, drizzling. with evened out grey clouds.
favorite black light baggy t-shirt with its yellow sketchy palm tree.
white high school softball pants.
left knee stained with grass and dirt, a little ripped.
a practice session.
cold bat heavy over left shoulder.
reversed position, hitting inward the diamond.
first hit.
a satisfying thwack noise.
some of the guys on my left turned their heads.
and then the coach said, "move further back guys, we have a power hitter!"
and they all moved back simultaneously.

one of the best moments in my life.