pumpkin pickin'

My legs pumped the swing higher and higher. The wind blew my hair wildly and despite the fact that my swing was hooked tight to the top of the metal pole, there were moments when I was convinced it would give way and I would fly through the air. Free and wild, flying through the dark with a little giggly friend next to me. A friend as fueled by out-of-the ordinary adventure and Sheridan's concrete as I am.

a good end to an unexpectedly filling break