It is a dark and cloudy day a stranger walks from behind with his bike and suddenly stops to take a look at the scenery. It seems like it has been raining here and the reflection of the man in the puddles is just a squiggly line when he walks over and away from it. The railings are long and cold dripping with water. The mud on the field is squishy and gooey. Trees are waving side to side with the rhythm of the wind. The only thought that runs through my mind is where will the man go next?