Winter in the Park

It's a snowy evening in the city and the park has gone quiet. A horse-drawn carriage clip-clops past the old stone bridge with its passengers wrapped up against the cold, while a few ducks paddle in the last open patch of water below.

Beyond the frosted, bare trees the towers glow gold, and every lamp along the path throws a little warmth back onto the snow. It's a lovely time to be out, so why not take the long way home?