It was a park. A sort of middle size park in the center of a suburban town. It's actually considered as a big park in this residential town which's just right accross the bridge from the capital. Probably because it's sort of grass ground with only a couple of trees spreading in around 2 blocks of streets width. Probably because it's empty with only a couple of families hanging around with their kids in the play ground at the corner of it. Anyway, it was a cool night, a bit windy but not chilly in this deep winter in this country. The open field allowed the wind breezing smoothly, gently brushing on the cheeks the hair and the sleeves. We were like little kids playing on the swings competing who could make it higher, taking off the shoes crawling on the slide castle, climbing the poles, racing on the stony pathway with bare feet, excitedly and joyfully. A while later we were lying on the grass listening to the sound of the night of the city, looking at the round moon eventually got engulfed by the clouds, whispering the minds, laughing. The sky was boundless, the wind was cool, the hearts were warm.

It was an another peaceful night. We discovered a nice park by my city.