Hey, couple of people who may or may not have been having sex in the park behind my house.
I've heard of our young raver losing his virginity in a local park, too. We now know it as the sex park. I've seen people like you before... both in a more obvious way and in the gathering dusk on the rolling hills of another local park. For all I know, you could be the same people. You may even not have been people... I could have just seen a very curiously-shaped bush appearing to be two people having sex. Only I don't recall a bush of any shape being actually on the path that leads around the park.
I applaud you.
It's a lovely thing to do... I assume. I intend to have sex in the very same park at some point.* And it was a lovely night, too. I was walking back home in time to catch Knightmare at 10:30pm, so it's logical that, at that time, you'd think you couldn't be seen well. You'd be right. I didn't see you well. And, since the park closes at 9:15, you'd be guaranteed a little privacy. Yes, there's a secret entrance; we all know it's there and we all know how to get in. But you actually did it.
And for that, I applaud you.
But please try not to make a noise like a dying horse again. That must be very off-putting.
* not a guarantee