Hiding Place

'Twas a beautiful day in the neighborhood today, so I tagged along with a friend of mine on a walk to campus; he had a conference with a professor of his. While he was in the meeting, I roamed about until I found this bench that was just begging for me to sit and read and write and write and write on it. Well, on paper on it, not actually on it--that would be obnoxious. Anyway...20 minutes later my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"
"Hey, I'm out of the meeting. Where are you?"
"Hiding."
"Oh, okay. Well, I'm gonna head home; you come back whenever you're ready."

And so I sat, reading and writing and writing until the remnants of February snuck into the March evening.