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A Moment in the Park

Maddie and I walk in Central Park, feeling the sun on our faces and the snow crunching under our feet. It’s a beautiful day for late February. The air is crisp and fresh, and the sky is a bright blue. Just right.

We’ve been here for a while, exploring the park and its wonders. We’ve seen so many things. So many people. So much diversity.

We’ve seen children of all colors building snowmen and dogs of all breeds chasing squirrels. We’ve seen couples of all orientations cuddling on benches and seniors of all backgrounds feeding pigeons. We’ve seen athletes of all fitness levels jogging and biking and skating. We’ve seen artists and musicians and performers of all kinds.

We’ve heard a symphony of sounds. A harmony of noises. A melody of music.

We’ve heard birds singing and leaves whispering. We’ve heard cars honking and sirens blaring. We’ve heard laughter and crying and shouting. We’ve heard songs from a boom box. Songs that are popular now, like the romantic ballad “I Knew I Loved you” or the grateful anthem “Thank God I Found You.”

We don’t talk much, but that’s okay. We enjoy the silence. We enjoy each other’s company.

We hold hands and look into each other’s eyes. We smile and feel a spark. A spark that ignites our hearts.

We like each other, but we don’t know each other. Not really.

We have secrets that we haven’t shared yet. Secrets that might surprise us.

But we don’t care about that right now.

Right now, we just care about this moment.

This moment in Central Park.