120 stories

I saw a man, by the pond, reflecting on reflections.


We danced in the fountain, and our laughter dropped into its waters, and the ripples embraced them.



I watched the light sit on the bench from afar, and enjoyed it's company. From afar.


I carved my name in a tree. And then I carved yours. At least the tree still holds them close.


The buildings were conversing. "I've never seen you light up like that before."


I watched the ferris wheel go round and round. True, it turns round in the same spot, but its stories are never the same.