When I took my nightly walk, I noticed two people out of the corner of my eye. They sat, side by side, on a park bench. A tree was planted behind them, its leafy branches reaching out to cast soft shadows over the couple.

They spoke in quiet voices as if breaking the fall silence would shatter them into pieces.

Gentle words whispered for only their ears. Secrets between two souls, shared on a chilly evening. A conversation that would never be told to another.

They huddled closely together, as though the brisk autumn wind could rip them apart.

A hand resting on the opposite shoulder, keeping a partner close. A head settled where the other's neck meets their collarbone. Two people who fit in each other's shape snugly, like puzzle pieces.

Two silhouettes on a bench in the park, out in the open, but in their own little world.

I smiled to myself, and continued my walk.