A Few Seconds

I stopped by the Viewpoint this evening. There was a couple there, under the laurel tree: a young man, wearing white pants and sitting on the section of bench that faces the edge, and a woman, dressed in black, who was standing up, looking more in my direction. She had dark hair but light skin. She had a faint smile on her face. There was no one else at the Viewpoint. I walked the length of the park, then walked it again, in the opposite direction. I was only there for a few seconds.