For those of us lucky enough to work out of our homes, lunchtime and recess happen outside our windows, where a fleet of bicycles and a chorus of young voices serenade us during our humdrum workdays. There are scooters and chalk art, shovels and buckets, games with their own sets of rules that we adults can never fathom. There is childhood on full display.
I'm not so far removed from child rearing that I don't appreciate what's going on here. All romanticizing of recess aside, parents of young children must be pulling their hair out.
All the more reason to smile when youthful exuberance spills out onto the streets. Or at least that's how I'm feeling now. It's not quite time for recess yet.