Park-life and 🪁 .

As the sun began to set, the old man sat alone on the bench in the park. He looked out at the pond, lost in thought. Suddenly, a young boy appeared, holding a kite. "Would you like to fly it with me?" the boy asked. The old man smiled, and together they sent the kite soaring into the sky. For a brief moment, the old man felt young again. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the boy thanked the old man and ran off. The old man sat there, watching the kite dance in the wind, until it was just a small dot in the distance. And then he too, walked away, feeling lighter and happier than he had in years.

The young boy James was so exhilarated by the interaction he had encountered with Geoff the Old man as it had fel like sitting with a Grandad he never had.