swings

Just before dusk, on a warm still summer evening when all the young ones have departed, we slip into the park and claim the swings....we remember how the swings work, don't we...we were both children.
As we whoosh back and forth through the air we remember childhood times...and we are free of care, of worry, of fear and heartbreak...some may start to think philosophically about the backward/forward stuff, but we just swing.
Of course when we decide to stop, we let our feet slide through the sand a few times...leaving our lines on the surface below us...and when we stop, it's our footprints...side by side...that will greet the next swinger.
They won't know that it was us who were there last, but we'll know.
And that's all that matters.