Seeing Sylvia

It had been three months since I'd run into Sylvia, my fairy god-mother. I was beginning to worry. I phoned her.
Would you like to meet me and Lily at the park with Lucy?
I would love that, she said.
We both live walking-in-slippers distance of the same park. She's on the Southside and I am on the Northside. As we sat there chatting an elderly Asian man walked to the park in his thin blue bathrobe. Look, I said. I recognize him from earlier today. He lives right next to the park. A rotund black and white couple with two dogs, sat on the the bench to our right engaging us in conversation, The black one is Ernie and the white one is Blanche they are papillon-chihuahua mixed rescues, the lady said.
So are Lucy and Lily, I offered hoping we wouldn't have to keep talking. Their dogs got along with ours and nobody barked. Two tattooed motorcycle guys and a deaf woman came over and sat on the bench to our left. I thought, This is why I love urban living. It's walkable and it's always interesting.
We sat under the trees in the breezy shade and got caught up on news. We talked about amazing coincidences, moods and observations. The sun slowly set behind us and the full moon rose, smiling.