On the Path Less Traveled by Accident

Did we meet when stars aligned? Or when fate dragged our paths, to coincide, to bump together, sidled up, side by side, by coincidence, in time and space? Or did we slide into the same path by accident? Enchanted to dance by chance, with happenstance and serendipity, on a path less traveled? We met in a deserted park, in a deserted ghost town, on a path way off the beaten track Both coming to see how rising salinity in the district's groundwater, through excessive water use, had ruined the crops, ruined the town's livelihood. Everyone had left. One of us came here, to yen its cause, the other with pen, to write a report. In the park was a swing with a rusty chain and black rubber seat. The wind made the swing, swing to and fro, to and fro, emitting a haunting creak. Which drew us to share the pathos of the scene. Which to us, thus met, made all the difference. This path, this town, this park, this swing, this wind, this creak, by accident, made all the difference!