Rocking Gently

The quieter...more contemplative moments are the ones I most remember. Feet dangling..gentle rocking..days of dreaming. Twisting myself up in the chains. Slowly unwinding...twirling round and round.

Of course - there was the thrill and excitement of flying high up into the sky. Head thrown back into the wildly blowing. Feet madly pumping. Stretching and reaching far and above and into the trees. Who could ever forget any of that?

The emtpy swing - it now sits and waits.

And - the sun always rises. From one season to the year following another. It carries within - happy memories of childhood.