The Path of No Path

It is a splendid spring day. One of those warm afternoons with just the slightest refreshingly warm breeze blowing. You an I have just finished our run in the park. We are walking on the edge of the park by the river talking an laughing. As we pass a large oak tree we turn right and enter the park. The park is busy, but not crowded. There are people playing volleyball and Frisbee with their dogs. Families are setting up barbecues and putting out the potato salad. On the ground we see the familiar silver and gold colored coins. They are scattered about everywhere. In some places there are many and in others there are only a few. We find a beautiful quiet space by a large elm tree and sit down. Time seems to have stood still and the sounds of the park drift away as we talk. Soon, our lips meet as we gently lay down together. Our embrace deepens and soon we very slowly remove each others clothes. Very slow very calm and quiet we enter a deep peace as we gently stroke each others hair and