The children come to play on the campus on Saturday mornings, even in October. Even in this chill. But what is the chill to them? They’re warmed by motion, by laughter, by friendship. They move, not oblivious to the wind, but in it, with it, against it, through it. They play with their environment as much as they play with each other. And some of them wear shorts cause their so warm from it all, even in October.