When there was a light cool wind blowing through the trees the leaves gave a rustling sound almost making it sound musical, to add to the rustle the birds chirped in different tunes. The park bench was a cozy wooden seat warmed by the sun. The pond in which the ducks paddled without a care in the world glistened in the sun. The air sang to me.. it whispered sweet nothings in my ear.. it warmed me , it chilled me.. it played with my senses.. my feet felt the dew on the grass cool and sensuous.. my skin sun kissed and warm.. the aroma from the pine trees tickling my nose, my very being relaxing to the spring day... my eyes felt heavy hinting to me of what will come next... i drift off to sleep.. still hearing the birds conspire something about the stranger in the park sitting on their old wooden bench...
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