Porch Swings

I love lazy summer days, lemonade and porch swings.

What a soothing feeling it is to swing. The toes barely move but are all that's needed to perpetuate the momentum. Back and forth I swing reminded of something long ago. Back and forth, and I drift...

A faint breeze skips over the water and I can hear the ripples lap up against the side of the boat. The rhythm speaks to me inwardly and I feel the side to side motion in unison with the sound. Back and forth, back and forth, and I drift...

The dipping sun silhouettes the ancient oak. A sparrow launches itself from a limb to find shelter in the coming darkness. A solitary leaf releases its hold and begins the slow descent to the ground. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and I drift...

What visions are ignited and nourished as I sit here with my memories, tickling the deck with my toes and swaying to the invitation of my heart to come and remember. I sip my cool lemonade and smile as the images play in my mind's eye.

Who could guess the therapeutic value of the porch swing? Back and forth, back and forth, and I drift...