I passed this tire swing while rushing to an appointment.
I wanted to park the car and take a flying leap; swing back into my youth, let the breeze move my hair and feel the weightless sensation in my stomach as it carried me up and down, back and forth.
I should have, but I didn't. I pulled out my camera instead and just imagined it.
I need a strong "push" to stop living in the rush of a schedule and step into the joy of the moment. Have you felt this way?