I watch from afar
As he runs silently around the playground
Happily, with a smile on his face.
He darts to and fro,
Searching for someone or something.
He takes a turn on the slide,
Runs around some more,
And then lines up for class.
All the while, that silent smile stays on his face.
And I wonder as I retreat and leave him for the day
How a child in such a large group of children
Can appear so completely and utterly