Swings. Swings have always been the
playground toy of my preference. I don't know, it probably has to do
with the repetitive motion. It could be the tickling sensation at the
bottom of my tummy. I used to go to the park in the middle of the
night to sneak a cigarette. Mom had to have known I smoked. Though
she wasn't home much, so it didn't matter.
Its calming in a strange way. If I have
some shit I need to process I still end up in the park, at night, on
the swings. For me its this refuge of clarity, a beacon of hope at
times. The consistency of the feeling I get when I sit upon that
strange rubber rectangle suspended by chains.
That's not to say its the only place of
calm. I enjoy a vanilla scented bubble bath at the end of nearly
every day. I just like the comfort of the small familiarities that I
can find in this ever changing world.
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