It had been so long, too long since they’d seen each other. Sure, they write regularly, but there’s just no way it’s the same. She loves her walks in the park with nature and he agreed to bump into her there. The weather can’t be better for an early autumn day, sun shining, slight breeze and perfect sweatshirt temperature. The park bench she identified had a creek running in the woods behind it and the sound of the water rippling over the rocks was enough for a person to slip into a trance if they allowed themselves to be carried away by its soft melody.
He arrived before she did. The anxious anticipation led him to arrive early only to wait. As he absorbs the surroundings, he is astounded that on such a perfect day he has not seen a single soul in the park since his arrival. His only company are the squirrels gathering their winter cache and the woodpeckers tapping away like percussion to the melody of the creek.