The chilly wind blew through the trees, rustling the willow branches that dipped into the blue waters of the river. A fisherman sat in his boat and patiently rowed across the calm current, unaware of the neat row of ducks trailing behind him. On the river bank, a young boy gripped his baseball bat, waiting for the perfect pitch, while high up above, a bat flitted through the twilight sky. Nearby, a fallen branch lay bare on the ground, stripped of leaves, as a bear cautiously emerged from the woods, In the fading light, a man sat on the bank, counting the money he had just withdrawn from the bank, oblivious to the scene around him. As darkness settled, I closed my book, where a brave knight was preparing for battle, and realised that it was already late at night.