We both slipped on the same frozen puddle in High Park

I slipped on a frozen puddle in High Park on a Sunday morning and landed on my back, looking at the sky. A stranger who had slipped on the same puddle ten seconds earlier looked over from the next patch of ice and said, I thought it was just me. We lay there laughing. We got coffee after. We now walk on the grass side of the path. We have a small plan to leave a sign for the next person. We have not made the sign.