Stopping to Swing

Stopping to Swing

Today I swung. I walked by an empty playground and realised it had been ages since I’d hopped on a swing. (Why is it an activity that imparts such a sense of freedom – of exhilaration – is relegated to children? Why aren’t more adults hopping on swings and flying high?) I got some amused looks from the people in the neighbouring dog park as I walked up to the middle swing of the swing...

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