Sitting alone on a park bench surrounded by natural beauty
that only I can appreciate at this moment in time. Oh, there
are occasional intruders in this beautiful place, a few
joggers with their MP3’s hanging from their ears, lost in
a world of music and running on automatic pilot. They pass
through this wonderland in a flash and miss the performance
only a sojourner like me perceives: The shifting breeze that
blows through the surrounding trees. I watch them slow-dance
to a score that was written on the wind and only they can
hear the composition they dance to.
A long-eared rodent enters the green dance floor and does
his version of the bunny hop, stops to see if anyone is
watching and continues his dance unabated.
A chorus of unseen red-breast thrushes sing their familiar
early morning rendition of “It’s a beautiful morning”
while two male cardinals flyby warbling their version.   
A house sparrow alights my bench and looks at me and cocks
its head, left,then right, As if to say, what are you doing
here? then flies off into the trees behind me.     
A squirrel scampers onto the scene and becomes aware of my
presence and decides to head back whence it came. Taking
that cue, I realized that I had overstayed my visit and it
was time to leave.

“Natural Beauty”
Now playing, Act one, scene one
One brief performance.