I hope my swing will last through the summer. It's fading fast and the cushions are almost flat. It has been a great source of happiness for me over the past three seasons. I don't think I could have gotten through this chaotic world without it! This tiny part of my world has kept me in a positive mood!
I remember the tire swing that my Grandfather hung from a mulberry tree near the house where I was born. Then later, I remember the swings at grammar school, where I could swing so high I almost touched the clouds. I felt as though I was flying--jumping off the swing at the highest point--I did fly! Funny, I never had a swing during my summer and fall years, when it was needed the most!
Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain,
our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain;
Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise!
Each stamps its image as the other flies.