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Sitting alone on a park bench surrounded by a 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 singing their familiar early morning rendition of
“It’s a beautiful morning” while two male cardinals fly by warbling their version.   
A house sparrow alight the bench and looked at me and cocked its head left, and 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

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