Life of Pride
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Yesterday was a witching day - 60 degrees, which is unusual for January in VA, to say the least. I arrived home after working out, and as I stepped out of my car in my short sleeves and capris, it was so windy and magical...
I whipped into my house. "Come swing on the swingsets!" I urged my housemates, but they were too tired. So I ran over alone to the little park area by the townhouses and swung in the wind, in the dark. Stars overhead blinked down, and the trees whispered.
"Lord," I prayed, "let me never grow too old to swing on a swingset."
I whipped into my house. "Come swing on the swingsets!" I urged my housemates, but they were too tired. So I ran over alone to the little park area by the townhouses and swung in the wind, in the dark. Stars overhead blinked down, and the trees whispered.
"Lord," I prayed, "let me never grow too old to swing on a swingset."
Comments:
Swinging sounds nice, but the snow is piled pretty high here and the temperatures have been sub-zero.
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