...My Old Job...

I used to work at this quaint little bookstore near the park. It was more than just a job; it felt like home....Every day, I'd watch the seasons change through the window, imagining my own life unfolding alongside them....But then one day, without any warning or reason that made sense to me, they decided to close down... And I found myself looking for another place in this town where time moves just as slowly. But so far, none seem quite right....