The world swishes by. The blue of the sky quickly being replaced by the tree behind you. You pump your legs harder, trying to launch yourself into the sky. The wind rushes through your hair and a smile breaks out across your face.
The world moves past. The partly cloudy sky moving along to be replaced by the barren tree behind you. You let yourself slow a bit, trying to time your next move perfectly. With a rush of adreline, you let go and fly through the cold air. You land in the massive pile of soft snow built just this purpose. There’s a single moment where the world pauses, before giggles escape your body. Almost immeidiately there are calls for doing it again.
You’re giddy with the succession of your mission and you clamber out of the snow as best you can, desperate to give flying another go. Trudging through the knee deep snow, struggling to lift your feet, you hop back up onto the yellow plastic of the swing’s seat. “Okay! Ready to fly!” you shout; laughter encapsulating every part of the experience.
flying with a soft landing!
Wow. This is incredibly cute.
Thank you!
Those were the days… 🙂
😊