Limelight

Cold wind blows the snow across the open fields near the frozen swamp. With each blast of snow the road becomes a cloud of white. Nowhere can any other form be seen to guide me forward. If I stop I could get hit from behind, if I move forward too fast I could plow my car into something or someone. I can feel the cold draft through the body of the car I once thought was airtight. Apparently it isn’t. I find myself peering out into the nothingness waiting for some landmark to navigate by. I come into a section of the swamp where the trees shield the road from the snow and find myself in an almost picture perfect winter scene of a long tree lined road painted white. The moment gives me pause and I see before me one heck of a long hockey rink. I begin to think back to a great game the team played Saturday against an opponent that we had only tied twice before during the regular season. Rush is playing Limelight on my stereo and I am seeing all the great plays, the spectacular saves, the shots on goal, the amazing checks, and the quick passes from player to player through the neutral zone and into the offensive zone. The breakaways tear down the road to a phantom goal at the far end. A team that never quits and grinds its teeth on every play is not easily forgotten by it’s opponent. I see before me the games played out once again against this cold winter background. Suddenly I am back in the storm and slowly making my way down the winding road towards the lake. The hockey shadows fade and I know why I travel down this road.
“All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players”
RUSH Limelight