I wonder how many times I've been here. It's my favourite place, a place that feels like home, despite being found hundreds of miles from my house. This was the place I ran to as a child, the place I cried in as a teenager and the place where(more) I mused about the man who I loved who would take me away from all of it.
It's nothing special, this place, just a park. No one would look twice at it driving past or consider that it could be more than a location to lose the kids for an hour, but this has been my refuge more times than I could count. And here I am again, swinging my legs in the hope I can fly as the tears dry on my face in the rushing wind.(less)