oh those benches

Last summer I lived on a different side of town, and worked a lot of mornings. I would walk through the green nearly every morning and take pictures like the ones above. ....Something always intrigued me about the benches. There were always remnants of life left lingering on them in the morning..... bits and pieces here and there left over from the previous days loneliness. I always felt bad that was the only story those benches seemed able to tell. I brought my camera down to the green today to get pictures of people since it was my last time....and I sat there looking at the bench, getting an angle for a picture.
And then I realized. then I remembered.
And I stared at that bench bewildered but smiling. It was now full of food. full of something that helped create joy and life and laughter and love.
And here I was yet again taking pictures of the benches down on the green. But now one had a different story to tell.