The Morning Bench II
2 min readJul 19, 2021
with Her looking over my shoulder…
It is my duty to sit on the morning bench and reflect on my life, whether it is to remember yesterday or to find sketches of an almost dead and gone childhood.
Today I sit on the morning bench to offer thanks for several things, the fist of which is to the tree across the alley that greets me every morning. It stands tall and proud, with branches strong and true.
