
Today, I found myself in glorious solitude with the earth, that inexplicably draws me to it. The rustling leaves, the uneven surface of the ground, the subtle warmth of the sun, the scent of aged wood and dried flowers. . . Walking at a glacial pace took me downhill to rest.
SWING.

Ah, I love how my thoughts are faster than a bullet train; more vivid than a photo; more cinematic than a movie. I love how I can travel as far as my imagination takes me.Today, a playground swing simply was proof of how infinite and unstoppable the mind could be. I simply was given a taste of my imagination and I am perfectly happy about it.
I love how the wind gently brushes my hair back, making room for the sun's light to touch my face. Going against gravity, losing myself in a few seconds of bliss, smiling at cotton candy clouds, and finally laughing out loud after letting my heart speak just because the joy cannot be contained. It feels nice. . . to have had this moment with myself. It's empowering, and it stirs up a force that drives me further. It's like this wholeness in me has been magnified, and the sudden halt after smooth swinging made me feel ready to conquer.
Despite roadblocks, inevitable disarray of plans, unfortunate events, unexpected or foreseen problems that seem overwhelming, there's just so much to be thankful for, so much blessings around me that make me feel loved, so much to look forward to. Who would've thought I'd find a swing (and not even hanging tires / a rustic white bench / a hammock YET at the most random point of my life) that triggered me to burst in rapture? God is amazing like that. Everyday, His love fills me.