I strolled in the park thinking it was a good day to walk outside. Children were running and playing soccer on the grass. A couple was having a romantic picnic under a tree. I was walking under the shade and softly shivered until I was back in the sun’s warmth. The warmth of the sun beat strong against my face and made me sleepy. The wind blew and messed up my perfect hair. The wind brushed the green wands and greeted the leaves of trees. The wind spread the aroma of a families’ barbecue. The wind cooled the sweaty people who were running. The wind was bold, free, and caring. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and the air filled my lungs. It was the smell of the crisp cool air and sweet flowers. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a large tree. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. It looked beautiful. I watched the leaves on the branches, dance as the autumn breeze blew. A few gently came off and floated in the air for a few seconds until it settled on the ground. I wanted to enjoy watching the Tango of the breeze and the tree. Luckily, I spotted a bench not too far away from me. 

Ten years later, to this day, I sit on the same bench, the same way I used to, and watch the tree.