As the remote control car roared through the park people sitting would watch it fly by in amusement. One couple was enjoying
The roar of the engine dissipated quickly as the remote controlled car dashed around the park in another lap. While the noise would come and go, its tire tracks remained in the moist dirt from the previous day’s drizzle. The noise was not too much of a bother for the couple sitting. In fact, it wasn’t any worse than the traffic on the near by road. Following the tracks of the car, its path steered clear of the couple and where they were sitting, yet roared by other tables not occupied.
The child in the tree across the way was amused as well by this neat little toy. While she would watch in awe as it sped by, sometimes on two wheels as it quickly made a sharp turn, she would otherwise climb the near by trees. On occasion you would hear her parent’s voice a concern: “be careful honey,” or “not so high.” The parents were seated nearby, the next best place without interfering with the couple who had settled down previously to enjoy a glass of wine. They had food spread out and were as well enjoying the evening. While they ate and talked, their child played on the near by tree.
It was interesting: just a simple object. All around it a dance ensued that took its location and availability into account. The picnic table near