On the sad, lonely street in the middle of the road, between a hopeless past and an untouchable future, stood a confused man. He caught the frigid embrace of a callous wind. A few hours ago, he was planning a beautiful life that would never happen. He gazed into the distance, took a breath, and tried to stop the rolling tears:
- Stop, Jack! There's no reason to cry over spilt milk! Pull yourself together! You can do it! I can do it! Can I?
Treacherous tears hurriedly shrouded the gray landscape of the city. Disorder from feelings and memories rolled into one lump, creating an all-consuming void. Man shivered from the cold and lifted the collar of his coat:
- What a miserable day!
He brushed away the tears with his hand and continued on his way. His silhouette faded away in the evening darkness, which had no form of compassion. The sky weighed down over the world with heavy clouds. The first snow hid the marks that signified life a moment ago. Winter had come...
