Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park -

He clicked the shutter, the sound startlingly loud in the dead quiet of the park.

Kaelen pulled his camera from his coat. This was the shot he had come for. He framed the scene carefully: the bench in the lower third, the ghostly silhouettes of the trees fading into the fog behind it, and the infinite, soft white of the snow filling the rest of the space. It looked exactly like a desktop wallpaper—a beautiful, melancholic scene meant to be stared at during moments of quiet contemplation. Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park

He stopped when he reached the clearing. There, sitting solitary against the vast expanse of white, was the bench. He clicked the shutter, the sound startlingly loud

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 framed the scene carefully: the bench in