It's only evening, and the sky is already dark. A light breeze is playing with your hair. Little snowflakes slowly and calmly fall on the top of your head.

Even though you're cold, you don't want to go home.

Going out in the evening without a scarf, hat and gloves was a stupid idea. You walk through the dark streets of the park and see a guy sitting on a bench. He admired nature, quietly humming a pleasant melody.