Swingin' Saturday

It was a funny day weather-wise here yesterday. When you looked outside, the sky was a vibrant blue. We have an apple tree blossoming outside our kitchen window, and the combination of the vivid pink blossoms, the deep green leaves and the stainless sky was breathtaking. Once you stepped outside, though, it was much cooler than you would expect.

Not knowing how cool it was - and not thinking to check before heading out - I decided to take the kids to the park. All of them dressed in shorts, based on the evident temperature, and all of us froze.

Oh - I guess it wasn't that bad. The kids played pretty hard, so they kept warm. And I did something I haven't done in years.

I swang.

I hopped on a swing and I pumped my legs until my white tennis shoes touched the sun. The boys thought I was crazy. I felt crazy - crazy happy. It is impossible to feel blue when you are swinging. I'm not sure if it's the endorphins released by the physical activity, or the touch of the wind on your body as you fly through the air, but the feeling of complete freedom is difficult to duplicate.

And, on top of all that, I had my new MP3 on, so not only was I flying, I was flying in stereo.

You've got to try it!