Blizzard

It was a cool morning, early in the spring. The sky was clear, complimenting my brilliant blue eyes. I regularly came to the park, more to observe the so-called normalcy of others that seemed so foreign to me. I was seated at a bench, looking glumly at the grass in front of me when I realized that I wasn’t alone on the bench; you seated next to me. I stuttered slightly, surprised by your presence. Hey- the name’s Blizz. I can’t say I’ve ever seen you here before.