There is a park in the middle of a suburb. It's a small park, a loop of paved pink sidewalk around a play area with a jungle gym rising from springy ground. Around the outside there are benches and flowers, a single bird feeder, a drinking fountain, a little free library with books in a language that feels like it should be Indo-European, maybe Germanic. The skyscrapers of a nearby city are visible in the distance.
It's just past noon on a school day and there aren't, at this moment, any children in the park. There is one adult, though, sitting on a bench with a book and a notebook, alternating between reading the former and writing in the latter in three alphabets.