Barely hidden from the rushing throng and somehow amongst green and greening trees.
Gliding, like a cool raindrop on the backside of a leaf, she walks away, to refresh.
He yells (as is his way), “Hey! This is paradise!”
She looks back at him, she remembers their conversations.
And with the fierce demurity of a person actually in control of themselves, she pronounces, “I know.”
And it was.