The leaves did not make a sound upon falling, but the way they were piling up over the thin layer of water made it look like a rainy afternoon. Despite the absence of raindrops, the rain would always make him melancholic. Resisting the sadness that threatened to overcome him, he quickened his steps and went into a bar, asking the waiter to hurry. That was it. Noticing the questioning look hovering above the bow tie, he realized the lack of precision in his order. He laughed and corrected himself: Vodka.
It hadn't been three minutes since the last time he checked his smartphone to see if there was any mail, but he repeated the automatic action again. There was only an ad in his inbox about garden supplies on sale. Lately, he just didn't have the spirits to work on the garden or anything like it. He returned the cell phone to the pocket and corrected his unnecessary haste as well. He sat at a table that was the closest to a stand with newspapers and magazines and noticed that there were some books available to customers. He thought the initiative to be interesting, even though he wondered whether alcohol would mix well with the written pages.
   He drank it all up at once and paid for his drink. Before leaving, he checked the books that were arranged on the small bookcase near the window. The weather was unstable on the other side of the glass.