The Swing…

The “Little Tike” hard plastic blue and red Swing… hangs virtually asleep, idle, inanimate most of the time…

The slightest wind… a gentle reminder…that there can be an Awakening… bringing the swing to life…

All that’s missing is a pusher.. a rider.. and a beholder..

The swing watches.. as the father and boy approach… it’s been weeks since the last visit… Daddy checks the yellow nylon rope configuration.. making sure that it’s secure…

Dad then straps the Magnificent little-boy in…the first push brings such joy and laughter…that smile…. a row house perfect.. pearl white…dentist’s dream.. head full of teeth…

The Beauty would stop anyone to wonder and behold…

Even the wind seems happier… providing cool summer gusts.. rearranging the curly brown Beethoven Mane of hair…

See the boy is is so blessed... his Nippon mother.. opens the house front door… she dashes outside not wanting to miss anything… whispering…”Oh Ari’el… so beautiful”!….

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