There is this cold in the air. No one else seems to notice it, except him.
Wearing shorts and loose shirts they pass hem by while he is dressed in boots, jeans and high white collars. All buttoned up.

A gust of wind makes him shudder and tightens up his spine, whilst he crosses his arms gently and elegantly.

He stares into the horizon and his looks betrays his memories of brighter and warmer times.

Happier times!