894. a forgotten bench tale


a dusting of snow
finding rest on a cold night
time to rise and shine  🦊❤️

There is a little folding bench that has been abandoned in the park. It’s been there for a week or so. This morning it was covered with a dusting of weary snow that fell overnight. The rising sun was beaming through the trees and was headed straight toward the bench to rest a while after its 93,000,000 mile journey. The snow quickly rose back into the sky to fall again another day.  The forgotten bench felt a warm feeling knowing he was finding new friends  🦊❤️