In the sweltering month of June, Chicago’s Millennium Park becomes a haven from the summer heat. One afternoon I came upon a delightful scene in which a group of children cavorted around the Crown Fountain, turning one of the twin monoliths into a water playground. Even more endearing were the reaction of onlookers, such as the couple observing this particular boy.
Was the young boy theirs; did his carefree play remind them of someone dear? Were they wishing that they could, without reserve, kick off their shoes and join in?
There are few joys in life greater than watching a child at play.