The night was still, the air was cool, and the moon shined bright in the azure blue sky.
The swing was there, as it always was, hanging from the sturdy oak tree. It was waiting for her. it had been there for her so many nights. Nights when she was broken hearted and she would cry into the wind. Nights when she was full of joy, shouting with happiness, and swinging high with glee.
Many dreams she had spoken to the moon, and many secrets she had shared. The moon was her keeper of secrets, it wouldn’t even share it with the stars.
This swing was her place of rest. Her time-out, for when life got so busy. Her place of solitude and peace.
She would exhale any of her fears and doubts as she would swing into the wind and inhale hope. Smiling she would look at the moon and give it a little wink, as she continued to swing, underneath the azure blue sky.