The QuestionIt was a swing. Back and forth. Delicate fingers tossed the rusted metal forward. It swung harder.Beyond the playground, the setting sun washed the panorama in vibrant oranges, yellows and reds. There was a quiet breeze around her that ruffled the leaves on the ground. No schoolkids or little children. Even the streets were empty.Fingers wrapped around the metal links, the swinging slowed. She sat down.So many lives to save. So many situations to resolve. The world was moving in its fast-paced way and he was breezing with it. Perhaps in the flying, red transformation. A smile formed on her face.She wondered if it was easy for him. Tha