Drizzle

It's drizzling. I took my buddy and together we walked and talked. We headed in the direction of the pond in the park, Because it is early spring the growth around the pond is barely visible. The brush and old grasses hide it. But the wild life is returning. You can hear all sorts of chirps coming from the area. We listened and tried to guess which creature's sound we were hearing. Most of our guesses remained just that. Neither of us have the knowledge to be accurate. We strolled towards the playground. Today there were no families with their little ones. Seems they don't opt to bring their tots when there's visible moisture in the air. Too bad !! I bet the tikes would have enjoyed being out and about!! They usually don't mind a few droplets of water. Parents tend to believe kids should remain dry and they tend to teach this idea to their tots. Not sure why because they'll take them for swimming lessons even in the deep of winter! 
At the playground we stare at the empty swings and giggle. We have the same thought. Let's swing a bit! Hastily I pull out a tissue and wipe the seats a bit to reduce the accumulated water. Next we both mount a swing and start pumping. What a thrill! In no time we are racing to be the highest. As the tummy tickles from the motion I squeal with pleasure. We exchange giggles and swing on for some time silently.  Ahhh.. A sudden thought, "I wonder if I still know how to jump."
I assess my height, adjust my feet and prepare to jump. Then I call out, " I'm going to jump." 
I launch myself into the air feeling my body lurch forward. Quickly! My feet hit the cushioned turf and I let out, "I did it!"  As I turn to look back at the swing I see my buddy launching himself into the air. He lands with a huge grin across his face. He knows just how great it feels to relive that childish joy of flying and feeling free. We continue our walk on around the pond knowing something good had just happened. The drizzle was our invitation to reconnected with fun times KleinsteMotte.