The Playground

As I was walking to yoga, I passed the playground on the common. The wind carried over the little voices of the children playing with their parents and as I got closer I saw some children playing together on the merry-go-round. One little girl stood by the side, saying, “Ticket, please!”, to all the “passengers” wanting to ride.

It made me smile to myself. It doesn’t matter where you are from, some things never seem to change, this is the same pretending game I played when I was little and my parents played when they were little and so on.

To watch these little people, laughing with the fading rosy sun on their faces and the breeze waving their hair around and playing this game of pretend that so many have played before and so many will play in the future made me think that through all the craziness of life and things going on in the world, there is always a constant flow of happiness, of where the simple things are what matter most. Sometimes, you just have to look a little harder to find it.

(The picture used above was taken from a posting on the “Meet Me at Mikes” blog in March 2008)