During my morning walk past a local schoolyard, I noticed something a little unnerving. Footprints in the snow. Seeing evidence of kids making their way to and from school used to fill me with a sense of nostalgia. Where are the children now? I see proof they have been there, but where is their joyful noise?
I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way. I live a block away from that elementary school, and getting used to the eerie silence each morning, has been downright freaky. And it’s not just the school kids who have disappeared. I can count on one hand (maybe two) the number of times when I have seen children playing outside during this pandemic nightmare.
As I write this, a lovely snowfall has descended upon the city. Rumor has it we may get up to four inches of the white stuff, but I’m skeptical. However, it’s an exquisite view on a Sunday morning. As I make my way around the block, will I see a snowman being constructed by invisible hands and hear disembodied childish laughter? These days, even a beautiful snowy morning has the potential to turn into an episode of Supernatural.
So, here’s to the sounds of children! As this pandemic fades, may the eerie silence be replaced by their joyful noise. And let it be soon!
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