Our father was standing somewhere far away in the periphery, his gaze pinned at me as sharp as he was standing near. I stared back at him and thought about ghosts, I wasn’t sure if they were real.
The horizon blended blues and greens together with a hue of light grey, the air smelled like gasoline and pollen.
”I did it!!!! Come and see I did it” my brother yelled from around the corner of our house. I let my eyes rest from the horizon and ran to him. I could see what he meant already when I got to the fence of the backyard. He had swinged the swing around the pole eight times, he told me. It was all curled up and the bench of the swing was tied up in the air, so that perhaps only a mouse could fit to sit on it.