Outside, it is the upper 70s, maybe even the 80s. Who can tell, who cares, when it is perfect like this?
Outside the leaves and lawns are still green; incongruous with the fall and Halloween decorations.
Outside, the children have gathered in the cul-de-sac. They've brought toy cars and scooters, a few bikes. Even the adults, their own toys in hand---basketballs, RC helicopters---have come. Who can resist a day like today?
Outside, on a day like today, we are all children.
Outside, the sun shines, the wind blows gently, stirring the leaves and the small plastic jack-o-lanterns suspended from tree branches with grosgrain ribbon, orange and white striped.
Outside children shout ideas, games, and laughter. They approach one another tentatively, at first, used to one another only within the confines of scripted playgroups and playdates. Within a short fall perfect moment, they relax and find easy comfort playing with one another, alongside one another. The smallest girls are quickly riding in the back of the battery powered Jeep of the smallest boy. The moms and dads laugh to see such a sight.
Outside a dog chases a ball, thrown by a tween fan who cared for him while his family traveled.
Outside. We are all outside. Outside after being inside for months; even the dog is shaking with the restrained exuberance of freedom and enjoyment.
Outside is inside, as we all throw open our windows and remove boundaries from indoors and outdoors, from one another.
Outside is a perfect moment that will be forever frozen in our hearts as amazing. A moment we spend our lifetimes trying to recapture.
Copyright 2007 Julie Pippert
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