THE PARK BENCH

The park bench. Who knew it would know so much. Conversations, arguments, laughter, sadness. It is a witness to a lot of everyday things. Everyday things that get taken for granted. Everyday things that are missed. Everyday things that are not spoken about. Phone calls, text messages, lunches with family and friends, rest for anyone or anything that is willing. Or simply, a quiet place. A quiet place to watch the leaves fall. A quiet place to bask in the sunshine. A quiet place to read and sip a cup of tea. Or in this case for myself, a place to observe. Observe the simple, everyday things. The things only a park bench would know…