Both benches were taken when I ventured to the mini-park to sit and read my Robert Penn ebook…
the swing!…… ahhhh what a pleasure.
I sat on the swing, ate my meagre offering and read my ebook… not before I had a little sway.
It would have been a bigger sway but modesty forbade it – bunch of Africans sharing spicy lunch on bench looking on.
But a little sway, was enough… what deep neurons fired? I do not know… ? but it was good!
A little ‘play’ makes Jack more clear, crisp, alive. ’twas good!
Alas after 25 minutes the realisation that the swing’s seat was too small focused reality, along with the empty lunch box…