Two already on the swings.
Decision to play on the playground.
Sliding.
Running through sprinklers.
Waiting.
Another girl comes.
Sits infront of the couple.
Stares.
Minutes.
Minutes.
Minutes.
Another appears.
A Weapon?
Oh yes.
A light-saber.
The couple still swings.
A man dances across the field waving his red weapon in the wind.
A girl still sits waiting for her turn.
And the couple swings.
Minutes.
Minutes.
Minutes.
And a "Lets just go swing on the little swings!"
The couple gets up.
The girl runs and takes her claim.
Soaking us listen as she tells her story.
The parks are alive at night.
