There are many playgrounds we hold dear.... soft sandy beaches, smooth or stormy lakes, picnics on thick blankets in the woods, cozy book nights, tracing patterns in the night sky, and gathering leaf bouquets in the fall.
I remember playgrounds from far away, too. A chocolate crepe on a French avenue, standing in awe of the Louvre contents, walking the lovely streets of Bath, England, and the breathtaking hills of Stonehenge, if I dare call those mounds my playground. One of the most favorite playgrounds of all, the playground of a lifetime, in fact, was a lighthouse on the very edge of the sea where the wind never ceased for a moment. Just me and the birds then too.
The memories we look back on, and the ones that are still to be made, bring the best pleasures. The world is a playground, yet so is our own backyard.
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
~Jean de Boufflers