Looking, For " Profit. "

The settled time of the year was most appreciated. It, was an extreme contrast with the " hazards " of the volatile season, some considered beyond the grain, when making vigorous statements of disruption. In the natural order the people looked to the calm to provide respite from the hardships they had to endure when " things turned bad " !
At the centre of " public interest " was the parkland. Here, the " urbanite " had a further escape from the rigours of concentrated living, within the largest populus. The want of a meeting-place for all to come together for the sake of mutual benefit was obvious, to everyone. Here, all " interests " could be catered for, away from the frenetic, polluting, arduous distractions... from what was held in highest regard. The " collective responsibility " was portrayed in its starkest form as each, to their own, or with others, immersed themselves in the wanton pursuit of all " things " enjoyable.
His preferred " escape, from drudgery " was the park bench where he would take " time-out " to gain nourishment, from the pre-packed lunch, best suited to energize spirit, as well as rejuvenate physical stamina. On the bench, he would peruse the land-scapping at leisure. Getting from it all he wanted. He had found one of the most private, and secluded, vantage points, where he could assess the " passing " merchants, beaureaucrats and " civilians " going about diversionary strolls, set aside from mayhem's effects.
He loved to sample the majestic interpretations of a " stroll " off the " beaten track, " in his own way. The taking of time to ascertain character and demeanour of others, relaxing to " order, " was gratifying, in the populist tradition and manner. He was a great friend of the terrain, but also, a great admirer of the human form, intent on a release from captivity. He sat still, often, to influence his definition of life, and how it could be celebrated in many ways. Best, with enhanced perspectives.
The lunch finished, he took a meander down to the " lake." The mass of the " reflective quality " attractive to all manner of personalities. Some, he particularly liked to converse with. Finding out about their daily routines as well as their hopes and fears, for all the years. They, gave more to him, than, imagined. They, gave to him, the principled comprihension of what went on, and what could come off. The " hut " and associated vendors allowed access to the " caffine culture, " he most adormently supported. To maintain sensory perceptions for that much longer. The " liquor " on offer continuing his focused exploration , of life. There, was even " boating " activities available. If, there was enough freedom and finance to accommodate an escapade, beyond the " statutory " requirements.
He also loved to feed the ducks. If, they too appeared, to receive gains from the " managed " relief. The ducks were always needing a little bit extra. Wanting as much as they could get. To build health. Before, the long-haul " south, " for the duration of the largest climatic changes, most likely to harm.
In, the feeding, there was care, for the " integrity " of what can be perceived as " natures glory. " He wanted to be seen as a " carer, " and guardian, of the amazingly graceful splendour, of outdoors ! Because, the " birds," reacted favourably. Why would they not ? They, need nourishment, just as all breathing-in intoxicating " freshness " do. On, the journey !
At the readily-available life-quenching, satisfying, rendezvous. Away, from the regular. Diversity, bringing home, clearly, what can be lifted, by  the " banging, of a different drum " ! Some distance from the Band Stand. Of, course. " Music " to his ears !
And, a wondrous " site, " for the strained vision.

See, the motion picture " Die Hard. " With, a " Vengeance " ! For, sake of variety !!