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Vista of Swingsets

In by Wyatt on July 12, 2010 at 10:42 am

Your watch stops, beeped frozen. Your hair suspends swaying, momentarily gelled. Your heart pauses, mid-pound, wondering what’s coming. Your t-shirt sticks against you like a fruit roll-up.

You look ahead, which is down. Dust roils, grass clumps, critters crawl, you hang in this still moment.

And then you launch. Port and starbord thrusters engage, fuselage embarkation initiation commences, you dip down closer and closer until those critters in that grass fill your vision, stomach churns, and SWOOOOOOSCH. You have lift-off.

The sky is everywhere. The city is beneath you. Infinity is in front.

Then down you come, to go again.

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  1. Whoooooaaaa took that swing ride with you. And felt like a little kid. And want to do it again and again and again.

  2. I LOVE SWINGS. This captures why. well done.

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