April In Minnesota

Still a bit cool out tonight. I drove to my boomfield anticipatin' gentle winds and sweet returns. All my booms impress and amaze me, 'cept for a couple of 'em, which I know always takes me a few tosses to figure 'em out. The air is sweet with the promise of Spring....colorful ducks and geese fill the sky. Quickly, sundown approaches, winds abate and peepers from the creek at the edge of my field begin their harmonies. Suddenly! in a dead-calm wind.... I feel it, only in Spring at sundown! a cool creek breeze, waist-high, slowly waves over me....redolent with moisture-filled Spring perfumes released from their winter slumber, while the air above my waist stays warm!.... a sensation unlike anything I've ever felt or smelled before! Then it comes to me.... hmmmm.....stationary warm thermal above...cool air below.... MTA time! ( a special 'rang shaped like a small hockey-stick, called maximum time aloft) ... I begin tossing sweet flights (for me!) and eagerly catch 'em low, reveling in the different temperatures, odors and sensations as I reach to bring 'em in near the ground. An overwhelming sense of well-being floods my mind.... as I thank my boomerangs for taking me deep into April.... in Minnesota.