The park was empty, and similar to a life in stasis — or rather it was closer to that of a vegetative state; simply breathing, but nearly devoid of life in all other respects. No people. No animals. No leaves. And gusts of wind so subtle one would not be faulted for believing the rotted tree branches, now hanging on dearly by a bottom lip of bark, were swaying on their own. Silence was the air — the earth and stars, asleep. It was nearly a perfect night.
Resting near the center of the park was that of a coarse metal bench. This bench — the only spot I…
