It’s another hot day today: it was 81 degrees (F) at 6 am, and the high temperature is expected to reach the mid 90s (with a heat index of 104 degrees [F]). Yikes.
As I was driving home from yoga at 10 am (feeling uncomfortably warm in my car despite having all of the windows rolled down all of the way), I heard kids screeching and laughing. I looked to the side of the road, and saw this:
Water fell in a constant stream from each of the ‘flowers’ in the middle of the play area; the green slide had a small river flowing down it; little jets of water shot out sideways in some places (you can see one example of this from the orange ‘p’ on the right side of the picture) and from the ground in other places; and the big red bucket at the top of it all filled with water and dumped a big sploosh every 2-3 minutes (which was always greeted with squeals and shrieks of delight!).
Watching the older kids relish the novelty of the water playground experience, and observing the younger kids puzzle at (yet still enjoy) the foreign concept of being surrounded by water while not being in a bath or a pool, I found myself being soothed, and feeling mirth and merriment – all by simply witnessing the experience. Ah, empathetic joy. It truly is an enchantment.