Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park -

For a long moment, he just stood there, looking at the bench. He felt a strange kinship with it. In a city of millions, he often felt just as isolated, a static object while the world moved and blurred around him.

He stopped when he reached the clearing. There, sitting solitary against the vast expanse of white, was the bench. Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park

He clicked the shutter, the sound startlingly loud in the dead quiet of the park. For a long moment, he just stood there, looking at the bench

Instead of turning back to the warmth of his apartment, Kaelen walked forward. He reached the bench and, with a gloved hand, brushed away a section of the cold, soft snow. He sat down. The wood was freezing, but as he looked out into the shifting fog, watching the silent dance of the trees as they appeared and disappeared in the mist, he felt a profound sense of peace. He wasn't lonely; he was just part of the landscape. He stopped when he reached the clearing