(From Warsaw): children

My sister picked me up at the train station and let me loose in Warsaw’s parks. It is my last evening in Poland.

I keep noticing the children. These were my parks too, when I was their age. And where will you be forty, fifty years from now? In Warsaw? Away in some place across the ocean? Where?

You play so hard right now! You do! I played hard too. I splashed and climbed and begged for ice cream cones.

Children. And flowers. And parks. Bring them on, bring on the children, let them play, let them play hard and long.