Swing

I wonder what the original purpose of a playground swing was. Even back to hanging from a tree branch. The feeling of swinging must be forever soothing and happy to people. Maybe because it sort of feels like you're flying. That's why I love swinging. You can just sort of go through the air, and be apart from whatever people are trying to put into your head. I close my eyes and think of someone. Then it's cold and dark and alone the wind is cutting through my skin and it feels good, like I'm happy and at home. Or, it's warm, and filled with existance, and the sunlight is soaking into me, but I'm happy and home. Just because of that one swing, and that one person.