Peaceful.  Content. That's all one could feel on a day like this. Sitting on an old creaky bench, trying to sort your thoughts out enough for you to scribble them down, onto your still-blank piece of paper. Hoping that you will be able to string together some words and make a coherent sentence.  No smells finding their way through your nostrils, all you can sense is the frigid yet pleasant air that surrounds this place.

The leaves rustling around you, paying their last respects to those heroes who have lost their lives in their battle against the wind and their own old age. Cracks in the painted walls that lie behind these trees, all of them refusing to be ashamed of their battle scars, choosing instead to display them proudly and show the world proof of their victories. Broken air conditioners lay discarded in the corner, hidden, where they shall soon be forgotten; as the saying goes 'Out of sight, out of mind'.

The ground a maze of paved stone, litter strewn about. A complete contrast to the clean sky with its perfect shade of blue.  Clouds floating through, with the sun peeking out, fighting to send its rays of hope down to our earth.  Seagulls soaring and gliding, letting the wind take them to their next adventure, wherever it may be.

The people sitting below looked up at the sky and hoped, some hoped for more clouds, some for rain and some for more sunshine. At intervals they looked back down at their pages and scribbled down unscrambled versions of their thoughts. Some still lie, staring up at the clouds that just keep moving, never stopping, determined to go on with their journeys. Each cloud forming a different sort of shape: some look like dragons, some like unicorns; it all depends on what the people looking at them want to or hope to see.

A comfortable silence surrounds this place. Then suddenly it is shattered, the ringing of a bell dragging you back to reality, its sound echoing throughout the air, indicating that the time has come to leave this peaceful place. You gather up your things reluctantly, getting your numb fingers to work again, then have a last long look, breathing in deeply, trying to preserve the feelings this place evokes within you - preserve a memory. Then you walk off, hoping that soon you shall return to this peaceful place.