Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park -

The morning was a flat, featureless white, blurring the line between the frozen ground and the heavy sky.

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. Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park

It was a simple structure of weathered wood and cast iron, half-buried under a pristine drift of snow. No one had sat there since the storm began; its surface was a perfect, undisturbed sheet of white. It looked incredibly lonely, a forgotten punctuation mark in an empty sentence. The morning was a flat, featureless white, blurring