On the road I drove by, there was a park that always caught my attention. It was not a large park, but it was beautiful with the light flooding through the trees.

One day on my way home from shopping. One day, on my way home from shopping, I decided to go to the park.

It was winter. The sun was shining with orange. When I stepped into the park, it was surprisingly quiet. The gentle banks surrounding the park softly blocked out the sounds of the surroundings, and combined with the evening light, it was hard to believe that the park was in a residential area.

I looked up at a clock in the park that somehow caught my eye. There was an angel. Of course, it was a fake.

It was 4:00 pm. The sky was cloudless and clear. It was like a scene from a minor movie.