I was going to write something profound. Really I was. You know - about the wonders of childhood and their innate ability to play and just be. How little they need to find joy and how we lose that as adults, over-structuring and complicating our lives, etc...
But then I realized it all boils down to this: When you're three, happiness is nothing more than a beautiful day outside and ice cream for dinner.
beautiful pics. i used to live in san mateo and this looks like a park near our old house- any chance im right and you are in NoCa?
ReplyDeleteHi Ashia,
ReplyDeleteThank you! Nope, this is the Pacific Northwest but I wish it was No. CA ( we lived there a long, long time ago. Thanks so much for reading!