swingin'

seeking a new place to live; I don't think my husband is with me, but I continue to search on our behalf. I finally find a cool place that is set on a woodsy road. the other houses aren't too close and there is a rapid flowing creek behind the house. I make my way inside and there are glass panel sliding doors separating a bathroom from a laundry room. a large white kitchen is to my left... the kitchen seems to stretch for miles and at the other end I see old roommates of mine. they make comments that hint that they think they will be living with me. dread rushes through my body: there is no way in hell I want to live with them. Ever. Again. I leave the house and make way through backyards. I am looking for my younger bother. I come across numerous kittens exploring the backyards too. I decide to go back to my new house--I am overwhelmed to have our own home and want to be there. I work my way into our backyard: it's huge and there are lots of mature trees. I find one that sits just next to the creek and find in the crook of its branches a swing seat fastened to thick rope. I climb onto the swing and start to sway. Suddenly I hear Michael Buble's version of "Save the last dance for me" and I swing faster and take leaping starts from the branches with my feet, pushing myself harder into the air. I find it odd/lucky that I am not hitting branches because they seem to shoot out from every angle of the tree's trunk. But I don't brush against a one of them. I notice too that a silken cape is hanging across my shoulders: it is bright purple and royal blue and it feels so silky against my skin and the air working its way through my hair both create a sensual feeling inside of me. I begin to move the cape and move to the music while swinging in the sky.