Today's OneWord: Gentleman

There sat the lonely gentleman, with his crumpled hat in his hands, his chin lifted so that his beard pointed toward his assumed heavens. His eyes were hidden behind very, very thick glasses, and even the lens seemed glazed with a personal fog that he could not shrug off his visage.

I tried to sit beside him, but it was as if the wind pushed me away from the bench. It made me wonder if the lonely stranger, in the end, was meant to be abandoned all along.