Late Friday afternoon the playground chimes with voices calling out after months of silence. Students long ago shooed home after last bell, a discouragement to gather that has become the norm. But on this last day of winter that does not feel like winter anymore, kids return, and the playground comes back to life. Feet slide through rocks as kids chase and laugh. Swings clang. Balls bounce. Hands squeak across bars. Suddenly a deer springs along the edge of the field: Two, three, four— no, it’s five! Bounding in line as if they have come out to play. We all freeze— kids hanging from monkey bars, at the tops of slides, playing basketball. Parents taking eyes off kids, me on my way to my car— we all freeze— hands at our foreheads. We watch and we hope.