I was taking a brisk walk tonight and came across some children who were leaving some neighborhood school event with their parents. These children did not walk. They glided. They did not talk. They sang their words. They did not express, they physically emoted with their whole bodies–they danced their words. Drama, imagination, exaggeration–nothing was as simple as A to B. Small matters could be made into operatic productions. I saw this in the eyes, motions and sing-song words of a 6 year old boy and girl, likely brother and sister, and I mourned for just a moment–that they might lose this wonderful capacity, and that I might not regain it.