In an unnamed, perpetually sunlit city there is a park lined with immaculately trimmed four-foot hedges. Along the hedges a lightly dispersed array of manicured flowers reach toward a sun whose rays strike the ground through gaps in leafy boughs. Under one such bough sits a lone bench made of thin iron curlicues. Intimate gatherings of young people and their companions convene at this hallowed spot to jovially gossip and aimlessly banter, the sun lightly baking their tender minds. Now what if, perched upon a nearby bough, a camera recorded the conversations on the bench below? One could sit and watch, two minutes at a time, snippets of (scripted but easily believable) real-life happenings. No contrived scenarios and embellished drama for a known audience, just the banal exchanges that mark the passing of our days. This is the premise behind Windsor Park. Kevin Luperchio and Chris Nicoletti set out with a mission to teach people to appreciate the exciting moments in their lives by creating a series filled with none. There’s no overall plot to the series that links one park bench coupling to the next. And there’s no action, only well-written dialogue that spotlights the interaction of these couples, friends and lovers.