Sunday, July 10, 2005
Flying through the air with the greatest of ease. . .
Since I was a little kid I've loved to swing, although I prefer the kind you sit on to the rope version. There was just something so freeing about going high and higher into the air, as close to flying as you could get. I loved the swooping feeling you'd get in your stomach as you hurtled toward the sky. It was a kind of meditation for me, even at 5.
I miss swings and the exhileration of that flight. My girls are older now, too old for parks, so I haven't been on a swing in a few years. Maybe it's time to head to the park again.
Posted by Lovekandinsky at 6:41 PM