The Swing

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My feet, once firmly on the ground, hover weightless.

Slowly, the world begins to move.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

My body pumps in time.

Strong. Beautiful. Free.

The sky reaches down to touch me, delighted in my pursuit of its glory.

The playful wind rushes up to help me.

Yes, in the wind I have always found a friend.

Back and forth. Up and down.

Up and down. Back and forth.

The pull and push of flight.

I've found my rhythm.

~Jaqueline Marie