…as the apple fell…

They were swinging, fervently joyful in the autumn sunshine, arms feeling the push and pull of their bodies, back and forth, powerful in their elementary beings. She smiled, watching the carefree exuberance they displayed as they reveled in discovering the height of the rope, empathizing with the giggles as they flew backward. There was a simplicity to the action; amazing physics, superb impressions being memorialized in their bodies, their psyches. She smiled, watching as the apple tree behind them dropped its fruit to the strength of their rhythm.  One in particular caught her eye, and as the apple fell, she called them into class.

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13 Responses to …as the apple fell…

  1. That was fab. Really evocative and conjures up how I often feel watching my daughter on the swing – vicariously living her new experiences! I particularly love this line – ‘She smiled, watching as the apple tree behind them dropped its fruit to the strength of their rhythm.’

  2. Lucid Gypsy says:

    I really like the movement forward here, a gathering momentum 🙂

  3. lorrainefort says:

    thank you! We’ve been peeling apples and making sauce. Now that my children are in their teens, they help with this but when they were younger, they would swing near the tree, their energy seemed to make the tree sway and drop apples as they fell away from it…this is a great memory for me too! I am so glad you liked it. 🙂

  4. sjbwriting says:

    I enjoyed this. Love the way you captured all the fun of this activity without mentioning the wod “swing” – clever!

  5. I’m going to view playgrounds in a new way now!

  6. Mayumi-H says:

    Love what you’ve done with this observant imagery, Lorraine. It’s quite timely but also very timeless; children will always have that easy way about them, won’t they? 🙂

  7. GoofyJ says:

    wonderful! I love your imagery, I feel she will still see the same images again and again long after the children are gone.

  8. I love this description as it brings back memories of my own childhood, but also shows so much character in the teacher.

    • lorrainefort says:

      Awareness is so important…to breathe and sense the breath…to taste and to let the palate enjoy the dimensions of texture, temperature, and flavorings…to be aware is in itself a gift. Thanks for reminding me. 🙂

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