Tired of reality and hints

I have been thinking a lot about porch swings. I can't wait to be an old wise lady on a porch swing. I'll be wearing a flowy dress and there will be a perfect breeze. My head will be turned to the side and I will be staring intently at something you can't see. My smile lines will be apparent even though I always look stern when I am thinking. I'll have part of my hair sticking up because it always does and I will be playing with the rings on my hands. Maybe a cat will be curled up next to me so I can absentmindedly pet it every now and then and maybe I will sip on some lemonade while my legs dangle and swing and one of my shoes falls off. This is one of the things I dream about when being young is too much for me. I can't wait to be able to look back and know I had it in me to make it this far. I can't wait to turn and see who is opening the screen door to tell me the phone is ringing and to see who it will be on the other end calling me.

Getting old is only scary if you think about it that way. Today I am not scared of being old, I'm dreaming about it.

I really just want a porch swing because they always make me think about things I need to think about and they always make me feel content.

Porch swings and walks do similar things to me if they happen at the right times.