DAY 3

87 Degrees

Sunny

Lunch Time

It’s a quiet day at the park bench today. Some art? Vandalism? Whatever you may call it was left as expression. Maybe sheer boredom pursued and some colors were scattered on to the table from someone’s pocket or backpack. A startling urge to create ensued and some scribbles were needed to be made. A strolling art student perhaps made their way to the college down the road? A drifter leaving their mark to pass by once again? Regardless, if this park bench could talk, it sure would have a story to tell. Until next time…