Is there anything as exhilarating as a ride in a swing? Such an accessible tool for joy; such a sense of magic. Hang it anywhere; climb in it and yell Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It’s great bein’ a kid — no matter what your age. Thanks for the reminder!
Its not creepy. Its heartbreaking and desperate and beautiful. Its filthy from life and abuses. Its weathered and uneven. She’s all curled up, looking into herself for the strength to make movement. Leaving former things behind, even the things that could comfort. She’s holding on tight and wanting so badly to let go.