Bruno drifted along the busy streets, humming as he peeked into shop windows and greeted the folk he knows.

Well. As busy as a small town gets.

Early morning hung in the air, damp and ever so slightly chilly. Clouds swirled slow across the pale blue sky, leaves fluttered down in front of him.

Smiling, he paused in front of a particularly favored spot of his— the bench. Perhaps not all that special, just a worn park bench with tulips sprouting around it. Bruno slipped down, contently settling admist the slightly busy park on such a lovely day.