God sat quietly on a park bench, watching the world move around him with a serene smile. The sun bathed him in a gentle warmth, and the light breeze rustled the trees above. Children laughed and played in the distance, their joy resonating through the air.

In this rare moment of stillness, God stretched his arms, letting out a soft, contented sigh. It was a peaceful day, and for once, the weight of the universe seemed light. He leaned back, resting his hands on his lap, and gazed at the sky, admiring the blue expanse as if he hadn’t seen it a million times before.

"Not bad, if I say so myself," he murmured with a chuckle, appreciating the beauty of his own creation. The clouds drifted lazily overhead, mirroring his own sense of calm. Here, in this simple, quiet moment, God felt at ease—just another observer of life’s little wonders, far removed from the eternal responsibilities that had once consumed him.