A quiet place
The melancholy of a misty autumn morning invites nobody to go for a walk in the park, sit down to breath the cool air and listen to the silent sounds around. The bench is just there, waiting for somebody to share the cold breeze coming down from the mountains.
Walkers are lazy, children at school but, later in the year the place may become a rock to climb, a castle to take shelter.
Simply, a bench
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We can learn from the objects, too, and this can be a lesson about patience, knowing to wait and just being there. A lesson I try again and again to learn. But then, the bench is there forever, right? I'm not.
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