The leaves rustle in the trees.
The wind is a warm zephyr.
A perfect temperature for a walk.
A hopeful cricket sings his symphony.
My feet crunch on the path.
A car passes.
A skunk trundles away benignly in the grass.
I am happy in the shadows.
On a lighted path in the woods.
Lights on a blue pool waver.
Men talk on a park bench.
Everything is peaceful.
The day is ending for most.
My workday begins.
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