Swing, swing, swing
It has been unusually warm here, so armed with my shorts and t shirt (yes it is that warm), I decided to go to the park. That was probably the best decision I have made in a while. Swinging on a swing, sailing into the clear sapphire sky, listening to Tracy Chapman sing " O Holy Night" made for one of those moments that makes you indescribably happy. As if things weren't perfect enough, a little boy decided to join me on the swing next door. When we swung past each other, we would both smile as if to tell each other that we understood the importance of a good swing.
I have a great love of swings. Some may find it strange, but it's therapeutic for me. There is something about the feeling of flying, and of freedom which soothes me. For a brief moment it's just you and the horizon. Everything else falls away.
If you haven't used a swing in a while, I highly recommend it.
I have a great love of swings. Some may find it strange, but it's therapeutic for me. There is something about the feeling of flying, and of freedom which soothes me. For a brief moment it's just you and the horizon. Everything else falls away.
If you haven't used a swing in a while, I highly recommend it.