The swing welcomed me.
It had been so long since I pumped my legs, 
Letting momentum take me higher,
Caressed by breeze and sky,
Lifted, grounded and held at the same time.

With each swing, 
I saw Freedom lift her hands.

Your Call: Swings were my favorite part of the playground. 
Is there a memory of a past delight that can re-energize you now?