Made it to an enormous playground at least four times the size of ours. It is named after a police officer.
There are people, grown men, sleeping here. I don’t want to wake them up but they stir awake anyway. There are remnants of someone’s dinner on the bench. This playground has a latrine in the corner, and I try to dissuade L from playing in that puddle. The playground drinking fountain is also be used for washing feet. I feel like we’re invading someone’s home. I wish that we didn’t, but I’m sure this place is nicer than the shelter in this weather, so I understand, and I convince L that we should quietly leave.