Prelude 32

She saw him strolling along the canal, heading towards the park, lost deep in thought. He did not however sit in his normal place, choosing for some reason to sit on her bench.

They sat a while like this before he appeared to suddenly realise where he was and cast her a quick embarrassed glance. She smiled however, so he relaxed and smiled back.

"I'm Aaron," he said, extending his hand.

She shook it. "Elsbeth."

The sun shone down kindly on the pair, sitting on the bench like an old married couple, perfectly at ease in each other's company, sharing conversation and silence with equal aplomb. Children played in the park, full of youthful self-centred exuberance, unaware of the miracle of love that had begun to blossom in this unexpected place.