Once a week we gather late in the afternoon when the sun’s rays are not so hot, and play until our way is paved by the moon’s pale glow.
This is a time of magic and wonder. Dinner is picnic style with a few grains of sand for added crunch. The children are not the only ones who revere this time. The moms commune and share tidbits about their life during the week.
Every week for a few short hours, time slows to a crawl. There is no need to speed it along, for in that time we find peace.