The exercise:
Write about: the swing.
The weather was beautiful today because of course it was. We took Max for a walk by the lake this morning, ending up at his favorite park for a ride on the swing there (oh, hello prompt idea!).
This afternoon we got a few things done around the house while the vineyard next door prepared for their grape harvest tomorrow, then Kat cooked up a delicious borscht for dinner. Super tasty and just the most gorgeous red colour I've ever seen in a soup pot.
Mine:
Hanging from a tree
On thick yellow rope,
It's a time machine
To days filled with hope.
Summers spent outside,
Soaring through the air;
Singing silly songs,
No worries, no cares.
Finding shapes in clouds,
Wishing on a star.
Now I wonder how
Those days got so far.