Slice of life - November 4, 2014
The cold crisp air blows my hair back. Back and forth, back and forth. The swing set is old and closed to breaking. The seat has a rip but it supports. Going back and forth. Watching the kids play soccer across the street and the people walking their dogs talking to each other as the dogs become friendly. The cars streak by like a blur, so fast even the color is unidentifiable. Getting higher and higher, feet not touching the ground. Faster. Letting go of the swing. Flying.
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