No sooner does the caller start with "I need your opinion on something" than he begins to say what that something is, giving no time for the man to respond. As the dulcet tones of classical music plays from its speakers, the man peers at the call notice, then bookmarks his page and quietly grabs the phone. The smartphone haphazardly placed on the man's table lights up, drawing his gaze away from his book. Though he leads a rather restricted life otherwise, he lives for these regular moments in which he can lose himself in a book and the warm embrace of nature. His expression is calm and content as he flips through the book.Īt this time of day, the park is practically devoid of people, but this is precisely what the man prefers-when he closes his eyes, the rustling of the trees in the breeze and the cries of every bird and squirrel ring clearer than ever.
Just past noon, with the sun still high in the sky, a lone man clad in minister-like attire sits lost in the pages of a book in the corner of a large park, a faint breeze caressing his skin.
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