THE WIND EMBRACES her fully, as she walks the ceramic path that has been manmade over the green grass of the park. Another proof of how men have adapted nature to their necessities and desire, to please their own comfort, instead of adapting themselves to what nature can give. Not like she can complain. She's part of mankind, and just like the rest, she takes advantage of what humans have built and created through history, taking advantage of nature. Her thoughts go away when she sees him, sitting on the ground. A tree stands behind him, its long branches spread above the boy's head. If it were a sunny day, it'd be the perfect place to cover from the sun's heat and enjoy the usual summer's breeze. But it's winter now. Still a nice place though. As she makes her approach, he tilts his head
