lemons...swings...and how they make me feel!...

Sitting there…everything was swirling around her…
The lemon ring in her tea made slow cautious circles in the mug…bumping into the sides but still turning…leaving its essence in the tea…tangy and bitter all at once…the yellow mixed with the sharp green…
The swing turned around slowly…spiraling tight…and she let her self go and let it take her where it felt like…and it unwound…hurting her in the first circle…and she closed her eyes and felt it all release from her…
And as she looked up…the trees swirled with her…and she saw the sunbeams make their down the centre of the opening…she saw the many kinds of trees…the many kinds of leaves…and it felt so good…and that giddy feeling in her head made her smile…
She tried to think of how complete this moment was….how it had everything required to be a happy moment…but was it?

She felt her mind spiral inward…to all the people and things that made her feel like the lemon ring in a mug…or like the swing on a breezy morning…to all the times she felt her essence dissolve turning sweet and bitter all at once…to all the times she let some passing breeze wind her so tight that she hurt…to the many times she sat back and watched herself…and smiled at her ability to believe…to her inability to let go…