This is a restful moment for these old swings. They have
barely survived the constant, blissful abuse from the many hands of numerous grandchildren.
A place where no competition exists for play, the swings are targeted. With
expanse of space, clean fresh air and unconfined freedom, children’s
imaginations can expand and broaden.
The swings become a ship sailing with
abandon across the great deep ocean, while the captains stand tall, waving
flags bravely in the sea breeze. Sometimes, the chains and seats are a mountain
climbers’ lifeline, dangling above high bottomless chasms below. Even monkeys
can hang from the top and swing happily while chattering with each other.
Tumbling down the short slide, reaching the bottom with excitement, an
adventure is just beginning as further explorations lead back up the ladder, again.
The big top of a circus reigns above, while trapeze artists twist and twirl
below, the chains and seats balanced cleverly for a show of artistry. As each
feat is achieved, a voice rings out, “Look at me!”
When twilight comes, all is quiet again. The circus is gone,
the ship has sailed, and the ropes along the cliff are still. Even the monkeys
have settled down.
The fading colors of the sky paint the beauty of what has
come and gone, and only our memory can fill in the silent moments. The echoes
of laughter, the screams of delight briefly carried past us by the wind, and
the visions of peaceful happiness of a day well spent. What will tomorrow bring
when a new day blooms, when a different dream begins, and the old swing creates
a new adventure?
We can only wonder what will happen, after the day ends and
begins again.
