I
love swings. I love them in the entirely immature way in that they are awesome.
You can sit on them on a quiet and chaotic day and watch the world tilt around
you. They are both innocent and badass. You can hog it and swing alone and
challenge yourself to kick the leaves just out of reach. But sometimes you
can't do it. You need a push. Some days you're lucky and you have someone there
to give you momentum. But some days you try too hard all alone and you lose a
shoe, possibly against someone's forehead. And you don't give a shit because
you have another shoe and you're not afraid to use it. No one can touch you.
You're on a swing.
You
want to be cheesy and have one of those loveseat swings on your porch? They're
pretty great if you're on the same pace. If not, it's a mess of weird twisting
and just awkward. Do you change your rhythm to match... or do you kick the
other person off? Or maybe you're lucky and the other person just matches you
and everything is peaceful and smooth. Or maybe you're sitting on a swing with
one of your many cats and they don't screw everything up because their feet can't
touch the ground and you just like taking them on the swing to watch their
freaked out expressions. Either way, the chains get worn and start to creak and
it becomes the perfect vantage point to kick children off your lawn.
With
this nice weather we've been having here, all I want is to sit and swing. Be
carefree for a little bit and let the wind ruin my hair. I'll make sure to tie
my shoes on tight. I promise.
