A bench is such a great piece of furniture. Not so comfortable that you can sit on it for long. But still a nice spot to rest. Or to sit and stare at the sea. Or the green grass, in that park. For the tired it can be a good place to snatch a nap. But otherwise it’s perfect for some respite. From the travails of life. Always better with some company, or alone is also fine. A stranger on the bench is not welcome, but a friend is. I saw a bench today. By the sea. Shaded with trees. A perfect one. But I didn’t sit on it. I just walked past it.
