The cold winds of December blew harshly across the emptiness of an open field. The cawing of crows was the only sound filling the air. A young woman drew her scarf closer to her face to keep warm as she sat on an old wooden bench alone. It had been awhile since her last visit to this old park. It was once a beautiful oasis where children came to explore new worlds , battle pirates, and save damsels in distress. The young woman smiled softly, her emerald eyes scanning the gray/blue skies. “Even though the days have shorten, the flowers have withered away, and the wind blows fiercely this place is still so beautiful.” she whispered to herself softly.