To the lonely swinger...

I don't know what you were doing out there all by yourself, but it looked like a scene out of a sequel to Juno. You sat alone on the swing set as the sun gently came to rest below the horizon behind you. The sunglasses on your face reflected the passers by and the headphones in your ears ensured the world was pushed away. I wasn't the only one who noticed you, lonely swinger, but I was the only one who tried to say hello.

You claimed all was well but I still don't believe you. You said you just felt like swinging... but who says that? The last time I went to the swings by myself was in my back yard, and I was still wearing baby shoes. Lonely swinger, you can swing but you can't hide. Whatever it was that was troubling you that day, I certainly hope you resolved it because the world needs less people trapped behind headphone and sunglasses. The human connection is what separates us from the rest of the animals- I beg anyone reading this to not take it for granted, because it's all we have.