I have decided that swing sets and sunshine will repair almost anything. I hadn’t intended to go out today, I was running on not quite enough sleep which always leaves me feeling a little wrung out; so I’d basically resigned myself to just staying in, watching sci-fi shows, and doing not much of anything.
Thankfully, I have friends on board who will not let me get away with any such thing. Megara (who is the currently librarian on board, don’t ask me how strange it is watching her work, it feels like watching myself…the way I used to be) took one look at me, shook her head, and announced that we were going out. Period, end of story.
And it is, after all, Cadiz, and it was s beautiful and sunny out, so I didn’t need an outrageous amount of arm-twisting.
Cadiz is a town full of twisting streets where you never are quite sure what you’re going to find. Cathedrals, roman ruins, half-off stores, somewhere there’s a fantastic half-price shoe store that I have only been able to find once..
But I had never been to the botanical gardens, and I’d never walked along the coast. I had only seen the gardens from the top of the bus tour I took on our last call here, so I had no idea where was a playground there.
Swingsets are like blowing bubbles, you can’t maintain a bad mood when you’re on a swingset. I haven’t been on a swing since my Gran was still alive, but sometimes your heart really needs you to be a kid again; even if your mind doesn’t realize it. I’ve discovered that all too often, our brains are far too caught up in being all grown-up.
I may not be able to swing as high as I used to (believe it or not, I’m almost too tall) but for the most part…yeah, sunshine and swingsets still fix everything.