Alex was sitting on his favorite park bench, the one closest to the lake. It was afternoon in midsummer again, and he liked watching the dragonflies flit above the water, their little wings glinting with reflected bits of light as they dove for smaller insects. The occasional fish gulped air, sending large ripples across the surface of the water. Here, nestled in the green jumble of trees and plants, the dull roaring of the city was muted. The footpath behind him was relatively empty, save for a few joggers and some tourists, quietly moving on their way through the park. It was immensely peaceful, and he dug his toes into the pea gravel in the shade of the bench, savoring yet another one of the unnumbered multitude of summer days he could barely remember.