Vicariously

Seen an older gentleman sitting on a bench at the park the other day. He was staring ahead at some flowers, or so I thought. Don't believe those were the flowers he was seeing at the moment. He would collapse his hands together and squeeze them in excitement, and then he smiled. There was no wind or breeze but I guarantee those flowers were moving. Moving through the past to a fragrance only a great memory could ever emit. God, you could tell by the expression on his face that he was in a good place. Those flowers were dancing, and so was he. There's no way he was alone on that bench. Only a woman can make a man smile in such a way. There was someing far more beautiful than those daisies in that park and he was the only one able to see it.