Swing

By Tal T

One cannot know the definition of pure placidity until they have the privilege of experiencing it.

It was that perfect fall weather, the kind when the sun shines on your face and the breeze moves through you. The trees a picture frame for a rainbow of leaves protecting me from the rest of the world. And that day, on a swing in the middle of nowhere Connecticut, as I flew high enough to see beyond the wall leaves, I realized what got me there. Golden light shining on my face. A rainbow of leaves surrounding me, protecting me from the outside world Only then did i get a glimpse of it as i flew higher and higher, just enough to see beyond the walls of leaves. Pure Serenity.

The tree’s privilege of being able to show that indescribable color, somewhere between crimson and the colors found at the bottom of the ocean,the leaves are so privileged to have. As the swing kept going higher and higher and the breeze blew over my face I realized this was what it means to enjoy life; to live it without hesitation - and to not ignore it or waste it. That moment I appreciated so much was built on tragedy, it was born from my past suffering. What t was built on tears and harm and loneliness and death and sorrow and enough struggles to last a lifetime turned into something beautiful, into a moment of pure appreciation And I thought to myself, “This moment of time that I love so much, if only I could freeze it hold it in my hand and kiss it knowing it’s the pain that led me here”

One cannot know the definition of pure placidity until they have the privilege of experiencing it