The people who share this space.

I wonder who saw this, on this day, and thought it was beautiful too. I wonder how time has changed this place, and what it looked like a hundred years ago, or a thousand years ago. Who was here? Who shared this place with me, across all that time?

I want to make up stories about the people who walked here, climbed the trees here. The people who shared this bench.

I bet they all played in the piles of leaves.