June 21st is the longest day of the year. The sun rises at 5:30 and does not set until 8:30. In Boulder, the sun retreats behind the foothills, but the sky stays daylight blue for another 30 or 45 minutes. There is no finer time to throw and catch a frisbee. The air is warm, the disc is soft and the winds are often calm.
The early spring is an exciting time, filled with anticipation about the coming season. Who are the new tryout prospects? How many of the thirty-somethings will come back for another season? While pondering these questions, the days continue to stretch out, affording us more and more daylight after finishing the work day. We have so much time, and the unknowns of the upcoming season hold great potential.
But before we know it, the days have reached their maximum length, and the team has been selected. The summer is still here, but its days are numbered. July and August will disappear more quickly than they arrived. Unknowns will turn to knowns. Rookies integrate. Veterans work into game shape. New leaders emerge.
The next four months lead to shorter days and practice sessions under lights in the cool and then cold air. Leaves will change and the crispness of autumn will overtake the summer’s gentle warmth. We will sprint and see our breath materialize white against the cold air before this season ends.
We cherish these summer months because they are a symbol of our season, of our time together. They sometimes feel long, but they are limited. They grow shorter with each passing day. These days will flee, and will never be ours again. But they are ours right now.
It is July 7th and we have just five practices before our first test when we invite the ultimate community to Colorado Cup to share with us two of these precious days.