swing
i watched my feet i just sat and watched my feet go up and down, up and down, up and down. Like when we were kids and sat on a swing. the dream was the same as our fear, going all the way round like a wheel. and then i jumped out and stared forward, into the valley, and even out of the valley and into the sea. it was a beautiful afternoon. My legs felt new and my grandkids where about to come home for supper. "so long grandpa" was all i needed to hear that day.