"Do you think the tulips remember the rain from last summer?" asked the girl, as her fingers danced along the petals. The sun cast a golden trail behind her footsteps.
"Yesterday was so much brighter," murmured an unseen voice to a partner in... something. "The birds just understood it differently, I guess."
"If you visit the fountain later, could you tell the fish they owe me a story?"
"I was here when the dogwood bloomed," an elderly man's voice carried from somewhere deep within the hedges. "Three decades, and I've counted every leaf."
Somewhere, the sound of soft laughter bounced from between the trees, leading one to wonder about who played hide-and-seek with phantoms. "Maybe I'll see you at the twilight bench," whispered a companion's voice.