The Playground

You remember being a kid at a big, new playground on a sunny summer Saturday? There are slides and bridges and things to swing and climb and jump on and run through and everything is painted with the brightest colors, all smooth and shiny. You see an entire world of joy spread before you. There's almost too much--you can't imagine how you will do it all so you dash to the nearest thing and laugh and jump and swing on whatever you come near: a whirlwind of pure happiness. Everything is beautiful.


That's how I feel about my life now.