JUST A THOUGHT

He never moved. Never acted. Just a thought. That’s all it was

He sat there quietly, watching.

The sun warmed his bones.
This was his favorite spot.

It gave him a clear view of the playground.
He could see all of them-running, spinning, climbing.

Small bodies suspended in the air for a breath too long.
Gravity forgotten.
Fearless, as only children can be.

So trusting.

So breakable.

A thought drifted through him.

Unwelcome.

Uninvited.

How fragile a life could be.
How quickly a moment could shift.
How the simplest gesture could become something else entirely.
He sat with the thought.
Let it pass through him like a shadow crossing the sun.

Until;
“Daddy! Come push me!”

He stood up.
And walked toward the swings.