Creative Writing: A Grim Conclusion The early morning sun had just begun to rise over the tree-tops, spilling a deep red glow across the sky. An old man in brown trousers and a green tweed jacket strode briskly down the path through the park, swinging his cane and whistling softly into the breeze. He smiled to himself, taking in the beautiful scenery and the peaceful quiet. He loved walking through the park in the morning, it rejuvenated him. The old man stopped beside a green park bench and sat down to watch the remainder of the sunrise. His mind wandered with a freedom only few have experienced, he closed his eyes