The sun set with the vibrancy of northern lights. The crispness in the air gave way to drizzle and a bone chilling cold set in at the last baseball game of the year on Sunday night in Detroit.
On that late October night, baseball for 2012 came to an end for me and for the Detroit Tigers.
There's something invigorating about sitting outside in the fresh air, within the confines of a ballpark, and getting to concentrate for a few hours on baseball.
It's like the little vacation that a woodworker or a quilter or a knitter or a gardener must feel when they embark on an afternoon in the shop or garden or studio. Nothing matters for that short time. Just baseball.
So, it is so long for this year, baseball. The night skies ushered out the season with a spectacular display of color that faded into the disappointment of this Tiger fan.
As my Phillies loving sister reminded me, it's only four months until spring training.
Wanda Hayes Eichler