swinging

A lone swing, blowing back and forth gently in the ever blowing Rexburg gust, that never seems to go away. I chose that swing as the place where I would swing and shelve my problems, my worries, my internal pleas with God. I sat there, moving back and forth, as if to be rocking back and forth to a steady lullaby. A calm feeling comes over my body, as I look up at the clouds. Fluffy white pillows of sky, which slowly pass by a brightly glowing sun. It is finally spring. Children play around me, couples pass by holding hands, laying on picnic blankets, and friends are flying kites, that happen to be two for a dollar at my dollar tree store. I sit, swinging, never wanting to stop, but after feeling fatigued from about an hour, I get off the swing and slowly walk home. But I don't want to go home, so I stop in a quite quaint little shop and buy 4 shirts which are very cute. I miss a call, and then another. I seem so distant from the world today. So this is the idle mind of a dreamer. One who dreams of perfect marriage and joyful child bearing years. I feel like a mother, and I want to be a mother and a wife. I just hope the opportunity does not pass me by as I often have thought it has. This is the wants of a 22 year old Irish girl, finishing her last semester at BYUI and looking forward to being thrown into the real world from the bubble of a reality that our society has thrust upon me. I want to experience life, raw and real. Is that to much to ask?

-Jessica