Yesterday, I forced myself out of the apartment for an evening stroll. I walked past the construction of the new bridge and highway towards Maurice A. Ferré Park, taking in the greenery.
I made my way towards the Perez Art Museum and climbed up to their back deck, overlooking Biscayne Bay. There, I saw a set of netted swings that I’d never noticed before. I tentatively sat on one, worried it might trigger my vertigo.
It didn’t.
In fact, it felt wonderful.
With one leg down and the other hiked up, I rocked myself back and forth, pulled out my Kindle, and enjoyed my new favorite reading spot in Miami.
Writing With Abandon 