How wonderful it would be, to sit in this swing, in the sunshine, and just... be. In a simple kind of world... one with no cell phones... one with no beloved Instagram to scroll. Not even a book to take your mind off of how wonderfully serene it can be in this world. To search the horizon for beauty, finding flowers, and ferns, and crisp, green grass. How wonderful to be distracted by the distant bird's song. How lovely to look up at the impossibly deep blue sky, to feel the late Spring sun on your freckling face.
I know how wonderful. I know how lovely. Because I've done all of those things, in the very place shown in this photo.
And while I may never sit in this exact swing, in this exact back yard, ever again, I'd like to think I can carry those things on with me. I like to think that when life gets a little bit loud, I can close my eyes and transport myself to this very spot. And I also like to think that one day, in a different back yard, I'll sit on a different swing, with different people, but feel all of the same feelings.
[Photo: Shady Lane Swing | Sowell Archives]