It may be well to pause in this space, especially this season where the rays penetrate more directly without the fullness of summer-filled trees that swallow up the golden light. It’s an encouraging spot for adoration as I remind the spirited ones who maybe thinking of entering here, there is one rule: The only playing done in this space is playing with ideas or notes on ebony and ivory keys.
Perched up here I can hear the play at hand below. It’s most pleasing to hear the little one’s at play in their simplicity and sweetness. Even though there’s something heavy-handed going on across the globe, their excursions make for amusing days that’s for sure. To strive to become what we really are is to keep your heart young at play. Play comes to an end eventually, but the creatures we are still remain.