On a Park Bench in March
‘It’s still there,’ I muttered under my breath as I walked towards the small park. Unconsciously I picked up my pace a bit when I saw it unoccupied and I couldn’t help feeling a small surge of happiness to see it that way. Stopping a few feet away, I took in the sight. It seemed to be just sitting there forlornly, maybe waiting for me, I mused. Just a plain park bench, perched on the edge of the vast Atlantic Ocean. I took a few seconds to look around before I sat down, but it appeared...