It was cold, there was no sun in the sky, just clouds & the wind was blowing from nowhere to nowhere as if it had nothing else to do. Winter was at its peak &adding to its severity were the rare winter showers, which drenched the earth every time it showed some dryness. The sky was getting darker as the clouds turned gray & with the sky every tint of the atmosphere grew darker… darker in such a way that it pleased the spectator’s eyes. There was not a single soul outside except the soul of nature which seemed to have scared away all other visible-flesh-bound souls.

Covered in a dirty black shirt, a torn pair of light brown trousers & a cap which failed to cover the earlobes, he lay awkwardly, with one hand under his head & the other between his bent legs to keep it warm, on the cement bench of a park. Due to some unknown reason he, despite of his worn out appearance, seemed in accordance with the nature. His cheek bones & nose were covered with dirt & dust while the other parts of his face were covered with hair, beard or mustache which was dense & dirty. His condition was like million others but because of some unknown reason seemed a little more tragic & when it started raining he, as if preplanned, got under the bench in the same posture. He was not drunk, hurt or ill to go away from there, but it seemed that he had simply nowhere else to turn to.

In our world where animals are thrown out of their homes, he seemed to be the only human subjected to such treatment. Lying there he seemed totally mixed with the surroundings as if it was all planned that way, the cold, the rain, the wind, the bench & he under it.

By now the rain has stopped, but now a foreboding wet wintry night along with its blinding darkness has prevailed over everything. He is still there, still, his face wet, wet due to rain or tears, tears of joy or sorrow, of shame or pain, no one knows…maybe he will know someday…

After three days of storm & rain, during which everything was closed, the park employees cleared his body from under the cement bench. They said he was dead when they found him, lying under the bench, with one hand under his head & the other between his legs, it looked as if a picture…as if it had all existed there always.