Tentatively, I sat down on the old swing. So many memories. I hadn't been there in a while.
I rocked back and forth gently, not letting my feet touch the ground. The light in the sky was fading but the air was still heavy with heat. Birds sang their evening songs. Summer's coming.
I'd forgotten the world world could feel this slow, this peaceful, this good.
I leaned back so that my curls brushed the grass on the ground and my legs wrapped around the ropes that suspended the swing.
I let my arms fall down and my fingers run through the cool grass.
The sky above me was infinite. Maybe I was a little jealous.
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and so you see I have come to doubt everything I once held as true, I stand alone without beliefs, the only truth I know is you (simonandgarfunkel).
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