For many reasons on his mind, Arthur had found his guitar again and felt like he needed an outlet. He could finish crocheting, but he wasn't feeling like it would help his mood.
He took a small walk to the park and wandered towards the center, where he found a pond that was sprinkled with red and yellow leaves from the surrounding trees. He sat down near a tree, making sure no one really was around. Besides a few children across the body of water he tightened the strings of his old guitar.
Once being satisfied, he played a few off-notes and paused, thinking for a moment.
After that, his tiny part of the park was filled with a song which ha