This work belongs to my Nostalgia series, where I return to the small scenes that shaped me. Here, the simple joy of swinging beneath trees as birds cross the sky carries a quiet harmony. A pendulum marks time, a steady arc that never stops. Against that motion, the memory holds still, clear as a photograph that refuses to fade. Geometric structure meets organic passages to braid past and present. The swing reminds us that everything moves forward, yet some images remain bright, grounded, and tender, so we can step back into them whenever we need. In the flow of time everything moves but memory remains.