A romantic conversation at the park (Part 1)

It is toward late spring, and summer seems to be on the horizon. The clouds and rain of the night before had been replaced with sun and gentle winds. The weather was perfect today. The sky is clear, the gentle breeze brushes against the blooming hills of scented spring flowers.
The birds are chirping, and the squirels are running around hording up a cheek full of treasure nuts. It is a perfect day to say the least. This very perfect morning, I took my son for a morning stroll around the neighborhood and eventually to his favorite close by sanctuary, the playground. He named this place Abbey's playground. We took our bikes out, put on our helmets and off we go riding under the perfect sun with a ray of smile all over my son's face. This was going to be the perfect day.

As we arrived at the park, the parking lot was full of cars of all kinds. Lovers in red sport BMW's, mothers in suburbans Odyssey Vans, and fathers with their Ford trucks were all out in full force today. We parked our bikes and hiked for another 15 minutes to reach my son's favorite playground. The 15 minute trail begins on an old road and climbs through a mixed forest of hemlock, maple and alders. It crosses a sturdy bridge over a small stream and, as the trail climbs, the roar of everyday busy traffic fades. A tree gracefully arched over the trail. Several well-signed trail junctions are encountered along the way.

The 15 minutes hike ended quickly and we arrived at the park in which my son named it as Abbey's park. To our surprise, the playground was relatively empty. I would watch my son, run from swing to swing, down the slides he goes and in to the sandbox. After the sandbox comed the giant maze of tree house where he could ring all the bells and whistles or simply hung on the giant tree like trunks like tarzan hooting and howlering like the original wild character himself.

An hour quickly passed and the playground is still relatively empty. My son was still playing by himself and seemed to be loosing some interest after running up and down or perhaps just had a little bit fatigue. My son decided to take a break at the sandbox again. He began digging up sand, filling it in to his beach bucket and trying to build a sand castle. I decided to sneak away for a brief moment to the water fountain nearby. When I came back, I saw an adorable little blue eye blonde girl playing in the sandbox with my son. She had a smile that would light up even a funeral service. She looked like a little angel and my son seemed to be very taken by her giggles. The two were having a great time playing in the sandbox building a little sand castle.

I quickly sneaked back to a big tree close to the sandbox hoping to listen in to their conversation. The little girl made the first move and uttered the sweetest few words an innocent little girl could say to a boy, "ur..hmm...Can I play with you?" And my son being a bit shy only had one respond by turning his head downward. He didn't say a word but only nodded his head in agreement. From the sandbox they soon ran off to the swings together and off they went chasing one another in play and in fun. Whoosh down from the slides and laughing at the top of their lungs as they swang from tree trunks.

Somewhere through the birds chirping, the winds whispering through the perfect morning, or the winding flowing water brooks, I heard my son called out to her name...Abbey!



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