I saw beauty in the sidewalk puddles and depth in the colours of rain clouds...

[spoiltheshow]

Most late afternoons, Claire and Jack would sit at the same park bench and watch the ducks paddle around the lake.

Neither knew the other.
They never conversed - a nod at the start and end was always sufficient.
Jack enjoyed the short break from his otherwise hectic reality.
Claire took delight at the idea of sharing small moments.

Spring to summer to autumn to winter and spring again.

Alone but together.