Winter Park Bench

A winter park bench. © Colline Kook-Chun, 2012

The light flakes fall softly during the night. silently and stealthily. They cover the browns and greys, leaving the world pristine white. We wake up and greet the world: with shrieks of joy, or groans of despair. A winter wonderland is here, and the park is open for winter play in the snow – not for sitting on a park bench reading.

How do you respond in the morning when you see the world has turned white?