In the park, an old bench has fallen into a doze of winter days, like a snow-white fur coat, the snow on it is silvered. Nearby, the janitor...

In the park, an old bench has fallen into a doze of winter days, like a snow-white fur coat, the snow on it is silvered. Nearby, the janitor draws arcs with a nimble, thin broom, and near an old friend, a bench , he sharpens his whistle. He keeps squinting at the bench, obviously trying to whistle that ...

oil painting by James Gurney