Time Travel

This morning we entered a forest as grown Adults carrying deadlines, responsibilities, and invisible weight.

But somewhere between the trees, hidden in the middle of nowhere, were Three swings hanging from an old tree.

And for a few minutes, we disappeared from time.

We laughed like children who had never heard of rent, grief, failure, or survival.

The forest gave us back something adulthood stole quietly.

I don’t know how to explain the feeling.

It wasn’t happiness in the loud sense.

It was deeper than that.

For a moment, the world stopped asking me to be productive. It simply allowed me to play.

I wish I could describe the feeling properly. But some moments are too beautiful for words.

We swung so high it felt like we were touching childhood versions of ourselves. And for a brief moment, life became magical again.

For a few minutes, time forgot about us. I haven’t felt that kind of happiness in years.

Somewhere in a dark forest, two grown adults became kids again.