The park in the middle of the city was a sanctuary from the noisy chaos of the streets. There were times that noisy chaos made their blood pump quicker — the energy of the city surging into them like a burst of adrenaline, with the throb of so many people around them.
But there were other times when quiet was necessary.
Being surrounded by trees, shrubs, rocks, water. Replacing buildings with nature. Replacing crowds with the few people walking in the park. Replacing taxis with birds.
The rowboat was their favorite. For that feeling of being even further away, further separated from the bustle. The gentle rocking of the boat. The waves lapping against it like caresses.
They met in the middle of the boat and kissed. The sanctuary of each other. Of their love. Their bond they’ve been working on for years, and a trusting respect has been the reward.
The afternoon slipped into evening, and they knew they would soon have to row back onto shore. There was going to be a little disappointment from this.
But there was also the knowledge they would be walking to a restaurant for take-out, then walking to their apartment — another sanctuary. The sanctuary of their couch as they ate the take-out food and watched a movie. Then the sanctuary of their bed as they slid on each other, floating in the beauty of their love.
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