She turned the corner of the park and jogged down her usual path and stopped. It was her favorite part of the entire park. Every time she jogged down the path, there’s always something different
about the scenery, as if someone’d redecorated the scene just for her.
Perhaps something or someone was waiting for her…
The scene today was once again different from yesterday. The path was full of red and yellow leaves yesterday. Today, it’s all in a pile on the side of the path. Maintenance must had cleaned up the path with a leaf blower. She shrugged and kept jogging.
Traversing the curves down to a secluded river that not many people knew about, she sat down on a rock and brought her water bottle to her lips.
She anxiously looked around and stood up, heart pounding. Quickly, she hurried up the hill back to her usual path but she bumped a tree. Something fell on her, she yelped. It was a bouquet of red roses with a note, “You come here often?”