May has been flying by. Like all the months before her, May comes with hopes and dreams and then moves so quickly past, she leaves just memory of what was to be.
I took his photo at Fairmount Park a while back on a warm afternoon. It reminded me of what it was like to be a child, to get on the whirly-gig and spin until you thought you would never stop. And if you spun fast enough, you might be lifted up and off to some far imaginary land were, like Peter Pan, you would never have to grow up.
Play. It is one of the most important things we can do. We do it naturally as a child, but have to be reminded as an adult. We have to allow ourselves to get on the swing and propel ourselves up into the sky as if we would never have to come down. And as we swing back up and down, enjoy the ride, feel the wind on our faces and in our hair and know that that moment is forever.
Child's play. It is not just for children. Time to take my bike for a spin.