I sat on the old wooden bench, looking out at the lake. There was a family of ducks swimming nearby. I smiled as I watched the smallest of the ducklings struggle to keep up with his siblings. In my head, I was cheering him on. I sighed and closed my eyes. This was the only place I really liked.
I could hear the fountain trickling behind me, the birds chirping, and the faint giggles of children playing on the playground. I breathed in the hot summer air and melted into the bench.
It was just one of those days where you are glad to be alive.