Swaying in the breeze

A long wooden bench... hanging right from heavy iron chains! I didn't wait... I swung both long blue arms up, scrambling onto the smooth cedar slats. Creaaak... the whole seat swayed back! My yellow fingers gripped the cold metal links, holding on tight. I kicked my long legs out... whoosh... back and forth, catching the cool morning air. The front steps tilted up and down like a gentle boat. I leaned all the way forward, looping my arms around the dark link, resting my chin against the metal loop. The slow rhythm kept rocking... so breezy... so quiet.