Overlooking The Park

As I rocked back and fourth on the cold swing,I could hear the squeaking of the chains each time I swayed back. There was no one around at this time of night. No one in sight. It was kind of creepy,I got the chills as I blankly stared at the play set. It reminded me of a horror movie. I became distracted by the very awkward man who has sat down on the bench near the play set across from me. He was all alone,just peacefully admiring the Marina. I wonder why he has come so late? Is he more comfortable at this time of night? Does he feel at peace with the quiet? He starts to humm and whistle. As he plays a song in his head,as he snaps his fingers and taps his foot to the rhythm of the beat,I begin to humm with him. I begin to snap my fingers and tap my foot. And in some werid psychological way,I start to connect with this man. I connect with him without him knowing. We are sharing a bond and he has no idea. I calmly sway on this imperfectly perfect swing and whispered to myself,"This is perfect. "This is real.." I hope that I continue to have connections as I observe over the next two months. It is much more interesting.