Have you ever passed an empty playground? I have. Ones that are empty due to the time of day, time of year, or just empty due to the passage of time, the departure of families and distractions of modern life.
In railing against the ebb and flow of modern crazy-busy schedules, sometimes it is time to put our feet up (for those who are able) to sit and ponder. The immediate visual, as this is written, is to look down at our shoes, sneakers, flip-flops, boot et al and imagine them perched nicely upon a rail…deck, fence, porch, or guard rails made of wood, plastic or metal.