Beneath the dreary gray and misty sky the park itself is only sparsely populated, many of the usual park goers preferring to stay under cover in light of the impending rain. The leaves of the many trees are curled to display their undersides to the moisture in the air, the very air itself moist to a point where it's almost a wall of water. A lone figures moves along one of the many paths, making her way around a fountain and pausing in the shadows to stare out over the park itself, clearly enjoying the quiet and the sight and scent of the vegetation and peaceful atmosphere.