Day & Night
We stop
From our nightly jog
I lay down
I feel the cold blades of glass pressed against my back
I hear nothing but the chirping crickets
I turn to all directions to realize that we are alone at the park
I see the clear dark sky
The stars shine and illuminate the dark corners of the park
The trees whistle as the wind runs by
The swings creek with loneliness
The children have gone home for the night
Just hours ago the park was full of life
The joy of families spending time together
The laughter of the baseball team on the field
The love between the couple as they starred at each other endlessly
The sadness of the widow walking her dog
I get Goosebumps
I realize how sad and lifeless a park can be without people.
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