In 50 Words, Closed Book, jon-tyson-kGUmNEYaSMY-unsplash

Closed Book

Thin garments and threadbare skin have clearly fought an uneven battle against a brutal winter. A hefty tome warming his friendless lap, his nod to intellectual pursuit slips to the floor unnoticed as he nods off. Hopefully, it will have stopped snowing by the time staff ask him to leave.