The Blind man spent most of his time alone, sitting at the park near his yellow house. he counts every second that passes as he finds his way to his favorite bench and takes a seat and as he listens to the birds chirping and the leaves being blown by the wind. He was alone most of the time so the sounds kept him company when others didn't. To be honest no one really does. everyday he would count up to 10,800 seconds. Without fail, The Blind Man would hear birds chirping, wind blowing, and a comfort silence. One day however, something changed. THE BLIND MAN