A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

The boy on the swing shows quiet growth. Though still, the heart matures. We all stand before our own swings, waiting and growing.

On a summer afternoon with intense sunlight,

in a small playground by the apartment,

a boy is pulling the ropes of a swing with quiet concentration.

The wind takes a breath,

and the swing hangs still,

as if waiting for something to begin—

just like a heart before a leap.

We’ve all had such moments.

When the shared laughter on the swing

turned into a solitary joy.

Whether he wants to swing or not,

his grip is firm—

as if he’s anchoring himself to a moment.

He lifts himself up,

balances with care,

and steps forward.

That exact moment was captured.

Even when things seem still,

something within us always stirs.

Playgrounds always remember.

The laughter, sweat, and secrets of children.

Some grow up and never return,

but the playground stays.

The boy's shadow isn’t long,

but the time inside it feels infinite.

As he steps onto the swing,

we’re reminded of our childhood courage.

You don’t have to fly high.

You don’t even have to swing.

What matters is

standing before the swing—

and being willing to wait.

On this hot summer day,

tiles sparkle in the sun,

trees offer shade,

and time slows down.

Who knew

watching quietly could feel so warm?

The boy is learning something today—

how to wait,

how to balance,

how to feel at peace even when still.

The swing may not move,

but the heart always grows.

Perhaps

we’re all standing before our own swings—

growing, waiting, learning.