A crowded park

Today was a gorgeous day with sunny skies.  I could not bear to stay inside.  As my son and I escaped to the park, I was thinking about everyone in northern Italy that cannot leave their homes right now.  I felt grateful that I could get out.

The park was very crowded with kids that aren't able to attend school right now.  Many of the kids were playing - throwing balls, playing soccer, and so much more.  But there were also a lots of kids playing instruments.  I think many of them were from the same junior high or high school, as there was a chorus of the same song being played over and over.  It was very pleasant to hear a French horn being played from one direction, and a clarinet from another.

In fact, hearing music in the park isn't uncommon.  Many people cannot practice their instruments at home (no sound proofing in tiny apartments), so they do it in the park.  I've been blessed with random concerts by trumpets, saxophones, flutes, and even a bag pipe on more than one occasion.

We spent five wonderful hours in the park.  My son ran around, kicked a ball, and even climbed a couple trees, even though it is technically against the rules.  But no one came and made him get down and I turned a blind eye.  I guess my kid is a delinquent.  I read a book, talked with friends, and held a baby.

It was a lovely day.