Special Place Writing

II. My Lonely, Green Bench

As I stand here on this lonely, cold, green bench, I realize that Mother Earth is not as good to me today as she was the last time I sat down here. I feel that she is infuriated with us and that she is showing her fury by sending her most powerful weapon, the cold and harsh Weather that seems just too impatient to wait for winter.

Howerver, I know that soon my bench will be warmer and this makes me want to stay here and watch its surroundings for a while longer. I look around me and see no one, not a bird, not a human being, not a squirrel, not even a bug. It is very cold today. I like being alone right now but I also wish I could hear some birds sing. I do not like being completely alone. The wind is hurriedly passing through wonderfully colored leaves, leaving behind a very mysteryous and sad sound. It has also begun to pull leaves off their branches with absolutely no remorse. What a shame. The wind makes me think about these red, brown, yellow, and purple leaves. They are so vulnerable and so beautiful and now they will be gone  soon from my sight for a few long and unpleasantly cold months. I do however, think that it is wonderful watching how the wind carries some of them above the clear blue ocean and then lets them fall down into it. Most of them float back to the shore because they are so light. Theis repeated playful movement reminds me of a very important featuyre of the human race. We, humans, are also many times shaken by something and then, after a while, we either manage to swim back to shore and get back on our feet or, like some of the leaves, sink into the deep ocean to never resurface again.

I now concentrate on the blue, velvety ocean, which is almost asleep. Its waves no longer give an unforgettable ballet performance or make small children laugh and play with them. Today, the ocean is very cold and lonely and I see no boats racing on it anymore. Instead, it gives off a very strong and mysterious salty aroma. I feel that it brings so much peace to me. I can finally breath without worrying about waht pollutants enter my body. As I look at it and hear its reassuring sounds, I feel warm and safe from any harm that could be done to me. It makes me wish I could wake up everyday to its beautiful, thought provoking music and its mysterious aroma.

I can now feel my bench warm. I turn my head around and look at the large, yellow road standing there all by itself, waiting for someone to step on him and ask him for guidance. I do see one tiny brown squirrel that looks desperate to get home. She seems angry about something. I figure she may be angry at the bad weather taht makes her work for longer today. I often wonder how it would feel to be a squirrel. I take a peanut from my pocket and show it to her. She approaves me slowly and her small tired face shows curiosity and hunger. She does not dare to come any closer so I throw her the peanut. For a minute or so, the little squirrel stands there and looks at me as if she was asking for permission to get the peanut. Then, she approaches the peanut, takes it in her little hand, and starts a rushed marathon towards her home. All of a sudden, there is silence again. I turn around and look a the ocean waves.

I now look at my watch and find out that I have stayed here, on this green bench, for a good, long couple of hours. It is amazing how quickly good, peaceful times pass by. Why is it so? I often wonder why most of us spend our lives taking nature for granted. I loved sitting here and watching nature as it evolves. I wish I could stay here longer. Nevertheless, I get up from my warm bech and head towards home. Home is quite far from here, so, like that little squirrel I just met, I might as well run a short marathon and keep warm rather than freeze myself until I get there. Good bye by lonely, warm, green bech.

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