Denny walked leisurely, but with a purpose towards the small park near her apartment. The sun shined brightly down on the earth, keeping the brisk spring morning from being too chilly.

The park was beautiful, a community project sponsored by a local philanthropist. The children from the nearby schools had come to plant flowers and trees, and the handymen around the area had built a fun playground for the children. Senior citizens fed the ducks by the small lake or plant flowers, teenagers skateboarded around the fountain at one end. All in all, the park was the very vision of suburbia, nestled surprisingly in the downtown area of the city. It is here where Denny, like so many others, came to relax.

Denny was dressed appropriately for the weather in cargo pants, sandals, and a navy blue zip-up hoodie. Her long curly hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her favorite pair of aviators spared her blue-gray eyes from the bright rays of the sun. Her acoustic guitar case thudded lightly against her back as she walked toward her favorite bench. Nothing about her looked out of the ordinary, save for the precariously balanced orb resting on her head.

She couldn't help but chuckle as the orb purred loudly, swaying back and forth impossibly atop the nest that was her hair.
"You like the sun, too, Atticus?" she asked, receiving an even louder purr in response.

Arriving at her intened destination, Denny placed the guitar case on the ground and sat lightly on the edge of the wooden bench. This particular bench was in the center of the park, the lake to her left. It gave her a great view of the kids playground. She opened the case as Atticus slid down her arm to rest on the bench beside her.

Denny pulled the pale wood guitar out of its case lovingly and tuned it. She then sat back on the bench and began to play.