Washington, early April 1996.
An unusually large, almost eerie, snowfall was steadily covering the entire city.
Such snow accumulation in April was extremely rare in the history of Washington.
The White House Rose Garden was draped in silver; the flowers and plants, originally symbolizing vitality and life, were buried under the thick, wet snow, emanating a deadened, silent tranquility.
Little Bush sat alone on a long bench in the garden corridor, wearing only a thin suit, as if he couldn't feel the biting cold.
Snowflakes fell on his graying hair and shoulders, unnoticed by him, as he simply sat there, staring blankly ahead at the Oval Office window blurred by the snowfall, devoid of expression, like a statue being eroded by wind and snow.
