Everybody noted the swing on my balcony. Especially now that is purple.
A wish of a swing in my house (and the same swing) it’s with me since long time. I always waited for someone able to fix it on my ceiling. 3 houses after and 9 months living in the 3rd I realized that there was a place where I would be able to hang it up by myself. Two minutes later I was already swinging. Sometimes we can fly with …nothing. We just need to wish it. We just need ourself.
Few days ago I have found a nice handcraft. Maybe the handcraft found me: a tree with a swing framed in wood. On the tree this sentence:
“The most beautiful things of life ..ruffle!”
I paint “messy hair women”, my favorite subjects for my wine on paper paintings. I think I lived another wonderful coincidence. A nice example of how reality can overtake imagination.
I colored in purple also the small swing. And now a little Superman stands on it. Maybe the true Superman will take the place on the real swing.
In the main while I swing. Fly. Ruffle my hair.