Time at a Park
Amanda Fooce

Go to a park. Sit on a swing.
Take a deep, relaxing breath.
Lean back. Lean forward.
Build momentum.
Feel the breeze as it caresses your face.
Close your eyes.
Tilt your head back.
Memories of your childhood rush through your head.
Suddenly, you are ten again
Whether you are twenty or sixty years old.
Remember what it was like to fear, to stress, to worry, to ponder
Absolutely nothing.
Stop the swing. Leave the park.
Nothing important matters anymore. You feel young, happy and alive.
Which is exactly what you are.