While a little breeze makes throwing a Frisbee a challenge brimming with limitless fun, the line is not particularly fine delineating where that fun can turn to frustration. Not only did passes not make their way to intended receivers this afternoon, Frisbees sometimes sailed far behind even the initial thrower. Cones marking the field bounced along the ground like orange, plastic tumbleweeds.
Yet, spirits remained bright. We all laughed. We were outside on a sunny day, running around, playing games.