A Tower Of Me
The park bench has mud all around it. I’m sure that there are other benches I could choose to sit on, but this one calls out to me. If my shoes get a little muddy, then so what?
Everything else about the bench is perfect. It’s away from the regular path that most people walk in the park. There are wonderful views in every direction I could look. Also, most importantly to me, there is quiet.
I sit and look at a large tree directly in front of me. I don’t know the names of the different types of trees. Is this one oak? A redwood? A…