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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 7:34:17 GMT -8
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The day was beautiful, bright and warm, and it just so happened to be the man’s day off. There were ducks and geese swimming about on the Boat Lake, along with a few remote controlled boats making small wakes upon the water’s surface. Sitting upon a bench before the pond was the man enjoying the day, while reading a book. Due to the day’s warmth, the Swede had shed his leather jacket and had on a light blue long sleeved shirt, which revealed the man’s athletic physique; beside him sat his motorbike helmet. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Berwald sighed and turned the page, revealing the end of yet another chapter. Replacing his bookmark, the blonde set his book aside and gazed out across the water, watching a small group of ducks swim passed him.
It had been a few years now since Berwald had moved to London and Regent’s Park was one of his favourite spots in the whole city. It was all just so peaceful and quiet, exactly how Berwald preferred it. The hours at the hospital could be so stressful and as much as the Swede liked being at home and working in his carpentry workshop, days like today he liked getting on his motorcycle and heading to the park. There were other people in the park, those walking their dogs, playing baseball, walking or jogging, though Berwald gave none of them a second glance. The Swede liked being alone, it gave him time to relax and gather his thoughts, think about his future schedule, plan what he wanted to make for supper, and whatnot.
Removing his glasses and running his fingers through his fine, blonde hair, Berwald felt a vibration in his pocket and fishing out his phone, the man replaced his glasses to read his new email. A faint perk of his brow revealed his response in seeing the message from his colleague at the hospital and Berwald settled in to the reply the email. It didn’t take long, a few minutes, because really all his colleague was asking a question and was looking for Berwald’s opinion.
Finishing the email, Berwald sent it and stuffed his phone back into his pocket, now frowning a bit because it seemed that he was never free from his doctoral duties. Sinking in his seat a bit, removing his glasses once more, the man closed his eyes, and eased into a quiet place as a breeze ruffled his hair.
What a pleasant day.
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