There is a little playground in our apartment complex. It wasn’t there when we moved in. But, on any given day that isn’t freezing and the kids aren’t in school, it is full. If I happen to get home from work after the kids have arrived home from school, I can see them from the road as I’m driving to my part of the complex. It makes me happy that they have a place to play without their parents packing up the car to take them to a park. Even without the playground, there is a lot of greenspace for the kids to run around and play in.
It makes me wish my Little Obi-Wan (my best friend’s son – tell me he’s not the cutest) were here so I could play with him on the playground.
As you can see, it is empty. Not a soul in sight. Complete stillness.