Sometimes I rediscover play.

My son and I were outside playing. We used some old boards to make bridges for the swales (irrigation ditches really, but “swales” sound much more interesting).

After, I was looking around the yard and what looked to my adult mind like a pile of garbage had transformed itself into an opportunity. It became a fort. I was out there for almost an hour building a hokey, horrible fort. It was the best part of the day.

Play isn’t about results or achieving something. It’s just having fun.