Sitting in a dark room, everything felt empty in the coldness of winter. Mark wished the lustre of the bright and vivid town would come back. He wanted the friendliness and the bright colours to come back. As soon as winter struck, a numbing cold pierced through the warm layer of summer. Mark wished the snug warm air would return to his now lonely and cold home that lacked vibrance and the lush green plants scattered all over his used to be lustrous home. Now it was sad pieces of dead herbs strewn all over the place.