[The kiss helps a little, but it still takes a good ten minutes of walking and leaning into his warmth for her to shake off her mood, turning her thoughts over and over in her head like a raffle drum and hoping that the one that comes loose will solve all her problems. If only it were that easy. But finally she nuzzles his arm and looks up at him, her smile thanking him for his patience with her.]

Do we still have time before our reservation? Because I'm kind of feeling like running through the jungle gym right now.

[The swings have never failed to lift her up, figuratively and literally.]