{ 24 06 2003 }

my bench

When I come home from work I catch a bus. At the bus stops on Princes St there are benches. Each bench has a plaque bearing some dedication or memorial.

Some benches end up scratched and graffiti’d and pigeon spackled. I have a bench; or at least I call it mine. It was dedicated by some guy to his wife who died. It reads MAY ALL WHO REST HERE FEEL CONTENT. I like my bench the best (even though it has strawberry milkshake stained on one side).

I sit right in the middle on my own while I wait for my bus. I look at the sky and watch all the people walk past. And because it’s summer (even when it’s raining) I can just sit and rest, and think about the guy and his wife, and feel content.

Posted by air on Tuesday, June 24th, 2003, at 9:34 am, and filed under Uncategorized.

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