Lunch in the park, heat warming skin and a breeze from the south.
The world's most perfect pear. Fingertips graze across the smoothness, I smell that intoxicating pear scent-waft it right up my nose, eyes take in every curve.
I nap in the grass.
Fallen leaves, yellow, orange & still somewhat green on the ground chattering while scattering.
The sound of children playing in the park.
A moment. My eyes meet a stranger's in a pretty purple dress, her purple star-shaped earrings and our collective smiles.
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