I went to the park yesterday.
It was like two worlds trying to mesh. Some equipment from my youth was gone, like the Merry Go Round, replaced with crisp, rounded plastic slides and bars. Still, though, were the swings, the jungle gym, the see-saws, leaving chipped paint in my hands after each touch: boldly colorful in patches, otherwise coated in sturdy iron rust.
The swing chains still squeaked, and raw joy bubbled, caught in my chest on each up-swing. A feeling familiar yet foreign, overwhelming but pleasant.
Rehgan and Art © J. "Rehgan" Fitzmaurice
Posted: January 16th, 2014 03:37 PM