Teeter Totter

Envision it: a small, colorful adolescent playground in the middle of a wide, empty field. The swings, blood red at the support beams but fading into a tangerine orange, are off to one side idly going back and forth thanks to the fragile gusts of wind that accompanied every so often. A towering, metal, lime green curly slide on one corner of the playground which was not doubt chilling to the touch thanks to the early winter weather. A jungle gym, bright as could be covered with every color of the rainbow, sat next to the slide, looking as lonely as an elderly man on a bench by the public pond. Such a cheerful grouping of items in such a disturbing, rural area. The only thing that had seemed to fit into place with its surroundings was the pitch black teeter totter right in the middle of that seemingly joyous playground.