My thoughts are meandering back to a place in my past. I am once again sitting in the hot Texas sun as it is streaming, peaking through the old pine. The distant touch of a springtime breeze kissing my cheek, and I am transported back in time. The weathered board, pressed against my legs, is hot from hanging still in the sun. The ropes feel rough and prickly as I squeeze them with my five year old hands, so tiny and small. I look down and see my bare feet dusty from the journey through the dirt and tall grass. I take a deep breath and kick up my legs in anticipation of soaring high. Then off I go as I lean back and experience what a bird might feel as it takes to flight. I am flying, as I close my eyes up I go and then feeling myself falling back to earth and up again, touching the top of the pine. I go higher still and this time I touch a cloud and back down to earth I fall. My heart is pumping with joy as I once again feel freedom in mid-air. I let go of the rope of my past as my arms are held out before me, I land. The grass is cool and comforting as I roll and tumble to a stop. Laying upon the greenness I am satisfied for now and I open my eyes to gaze into the clouds that I touched. Slowly, I come back into the present and I'm sitting with age upon me as the memory fades away. A smile touches my lips as I know that sweet moment will always be frozen in time of me flying high and touching the sky.
