The playgrounds are closed. The schools are empty. Caution tape is draped around steel cages as chain-linked seats swing empty, moving inches in windswept schoolyards devoid of laughter, silent.No feet are tromping across the green field grass, kicking up dirt and dust as soccer balls scoot towards white-netted goals.Basketball hoops have all lost their chains, no dribbling, taunting, or swishing of nets. The playgrounds are empty and we are home.