swing

The rusty chains creaked, straining with every jerk of the hand and push off of the feet. The swing was groaning beneath her weight when it seems just like yesterday her feet merely scraped the leaf-filled ground.

The sky dimmed with every passing moment, changing from shades of yellow to orange, and finally dissipating into tiny specks of dust glistening in the dark blue sky.

Her smile has grown weary with the passing of time. She has now experienced the bitterness along with the sweetness in life. As she recollected on the events of the day, a tear rolled down her cheek and joined the dance of the light drizzle that was falling from the heavens.