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.