Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park [ 90% Official ]

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.

He clicked the shutter, the sound startlingly loud in the dead quiet of the park. Wallpaper Snow, Lonely Bench, Trees, Foggy Park

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. Kaelen pulled his camera from his coat