Kids are playing outside our window. Willie Fu and Chewie are watching them intently. Earlier I saw them with fishing poles in hand and a bucket toward the creek. They came back about an hour ago, empty-handed but grinning from ear-to-ear as only kids can do when they have no cares in the world or worries on their shoulders. You can help but smile watching their joy and play – their youth.
They are so happy and so relaxed I realized I had not seen this on the faces of many people here in the apartment complex, especially the children. I see children walking everywhere here. Their heads are usually down, or they are looking straight ahead with their ears plugged into MP3 players. It is almost as if they are afraid to be happy, to live and play and act their age. These kids, the ones outside my window, are enjoying the perfect summer day. They are laughing, jumping, running, and chasing each other in some game, or maybe just moving to let go of all the energy they have kept bottled for so long.
Seeing them reminds me to be happy.