Ezra strolled down to the park, the late morning sun filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the pavement.
The meeting at the old museum had only firmed his resolve to leave First City as soon as possible.
His steps were unhurried as he looked around idly, searching for the man he was looking for.
A minute later, he found him.
Ezra made his way to the bench which was in the shade casted by the trees. The shade was dark with not a single ray of sunlight able to penetrate the thick canopy.
Ezra sighed as he sat, watching the scenery.
The trees stood like soldiers, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight, each one a shade of green and gold.
In the middle of the park was a large pond, its surface a mirror of blue and white, broken only by the occasional as a duck glided across or a fish surfaced briefly.
Ezra breathed deeply, letting the peace of the moment settle in his bones.
