Fly on the Wall

My body is motionless, yet I'm moving back and forth. I stay in a seated position as the swing propels me north to south. I see tall trees, green grass, a vast playground -- all the necessities to a park. At times I hear nothing but a slight breeze in my face. At other times, I hear cars speeding along on a nearby expressway. I can still taste the remnants of the yogurt I had recently. The swings handles have a rough exterior, making crevises in my hands. Behind me are rich houses and safe streets -- you're typical suburbia. Several passersby walk their dogs with smiles on their face. I start to think that the people that live here and walk through this park are living the dream. Walking on the pavement of a park without distraction -- it's as if life is effortless. Which takes me back to this swing, as I sway effortlessly.

I can remember when I was kid, taking flight down the slides at this park. I remember feeling like the whole world was this park. It was easy, stress free, maybe even effortless.

I jump off the swing and realize that I loved being a kid, but being an adult can be so much more rewarding. Maybe I wont spend time on the playground any more, but I can still take a stroll through the park and forget my responsiblities. And then it's back to life, with all my effort.