My hands rough from so many hours on the swings.
While I swing I feel many things.
The rush of gravity swaying back and forth
The air whooshing through my ears like a song.
The ability of my body to balance.
My hair blowing in the breeze and all over my face
As I sing, smile, and float back and forth
I kick my shoes off and feel the breeze between my toes.
My hands are rough from how much I swing
But I am surely set at this moment to run out that door and do it again!