Due to my many years of living in New York City, I tend to think of a bench as a temporary resting place that may or may not be sanitary. It’s a place to wait for a subway, to eat a quick snack, to check my phone messages, or to have a chat with a friend. Rarely do I sit for any significant length of time on a NYC bench.
Recently, I came upon this red bench in a remote area of my little river town. The placement of it caught my attention. It seemed to be beckoning me, the passerby, to sit and simply take in the view. “Hey there, please stop walking. Sit down, look around, and really take this in.”
So I did.