As I drove by an urban structure, I saw these blue and purple kids herding a field of sparkling pinwheels.
The building looked like a house from the side, but I imagine it was something else, like a daycare center, even though I didn't see any signs. It could be someone's house.
Whatever it is, it looks like a fun place to be.
Even without going inside, the outside display inspires wonder and sparks creativity.
Did you ever play with a pinwheel?
If so, were you a purist who blew on the blades to make them spin? (Along with your spinning vision as you flirted with passing out.)
Or were you the stick-it-in-front-of-the-blowing-fan, turbo blade kind of kid?