The Sun was high above and the clouds slowly sailed across the sky in a lazy fashion. They walked, hand in hand, through the park and around the playground just watching the day play out in its normal way. They watched the children run from swing to see-saw and back to swing. They saw an elderly couple sitting on a bench eating a sack lunch and watching the wind blow gently across the tall grass and the distant trees swaying unisonly to an unaudiable lullaby. They worried, but not of some measureless wrong that awaited them, but of the day slowly closing around them. Even with the Sun above, they felt the cold shutter of night creeping up on them from around the corner. But they went on. Their trek took them to the small pond on the edge of the park. Across the pond they saw children sailing boats with their fathers and mothers standing behind their children keeping vigilant for any accident that might rear its ugly face. Hand in hand, they watched. Step by step, they walked. Never saying a word, only watching and walking. Could they speak, or did they prefer not to, and just let the day play out? Did it matter? The day slowly closed and they went from hand in hand, to an embrace to protect each other from the cool air slowly growing colder. They watched the people at the park slowly walk away, leaving the park just a little more emptier each time. They evaporated like fresh dew on warm grass. Yet they remained, keeping their pace around the park till it was night and they could not be seen. Had anyone noticed them? They had walked all day, enjoying their time, smiling at the children who in turn smiled back. They walked to the ice-scream vendor and chatted with him as they ate their snow cones. Who were they? What were they? The night swallowed them and as mysteriously as they came to that park, they vanished. The next day that park was missing a certain feeling. The play that took place the day before, didn't have the same excitement that it had. The Sun didn't hang just right as the day before or the see-saw didn't totter just right as before. It seemed like the park was sad. But is it possible for a park to be sad? But in looking down the street, in the far distance, just out of sights range, you could see two figures walking hand in hand away from the park...