Playing Outside

I’m getting old enough to feel nostalgic pains for those perfect summer days in Ashaway, Rhode Island, before I had responsibilities or insecurities or any kind of “work.” 

When my only job was to play outside and look at people and smile and learn about the world around me. 

Nowadays I’ll plan and coordinate for months and spend hundreds just so that I can spend a couple days outside with my friends and we call it “camping” or “going to a festival” and then we go back inside to our separate living compartments for the remaining 360 days of the year.