Return to the swing

I had photographed this abandoned swing last Wednesday. That day had been very foggy and damp, all around adorned in gossamer.

This afternoon I returned. The sun shone brightly and the moss was much drier.

" Your laughter floating on a distant breeze.
Summer evenings, horizons stretching forever.
A sturdy rope, surging beyond the tree line, gasping.
Silent.
I wait for you. "