"Have you seen the clouds dance over the park lately?"
- A bubble of conversation takes form, amidst the echoes of strolls beneath restless skies.
"Please, don't wander too far from the well-lit streets, my dear."
- An unseen hand guiding, perhaps tracing cautious paths in a dusty notebook of older times.
"The cat on the windowsill seems to know more than we do, doesn't it?"
- A wink in the voice, an invisible smile, curling around memories like wisps of smoke.