A few days ago I had just started my run when I observed kids running at the far end of our block. As I turned the corner more kids were pouring out of their homes. None were half my height and all were in flights of panic. And perfect joy.
Screaming and running...little boys and girls, not a parent in sight.
Carnival tunes were in the air and I when realized I was running.
Running to the ice creme truck.