Perspective

The sleek gray metal of the bench chills my legs

It always has-

Even when my dad and I used to watch the sun sink into the night

I wonder if the cold brought him the same solace that it brings me

Pink and orange unfurl across the blank canvas of the pearly sky

Did he see the cloud's beauty in the same way I did?

I doubt it

My dog resides next to me, her thick golden fur a barrier between her and the cold frame

I wonder if she can feel the chilled metal beneath her,

I doubt it 

A breeze rolls through

Making the hair on my arm stand like a soldier stuck in attention

I should’ve brought a sweatshirt

A jogger passes by

Her face red like the stop sign she’d just passed

I bet she enjoys the breeze

A grassy hill sprawls before me

It seemingly begs me to roll down its slope

I just might

From a distance I spot an elderly couple strolling along a path

I wonder if they feel the same urge to tumble down the hill

I doubt it

I like this bench

The homes around me offer a sense of security.

My dad always wished it was only nature 

I love the continuous buzz of the insects around me

The rhythm is rather enthralling 

But they don’t know that

Do the houses around me open their windows

To invite this melodic hum into their homes?

Possibly

Three letters are spray painted bentith me

MKZ

I’ve had my theories in the past

Maybe it's a hidden message?

Or perhaps a riddle

I’ll never really know

Instead 

I craft a tale for all who accompany me

Some I tell it’s a secret

Some I tell it's a message

Most I let imagine 

A car rolls by

A person inside

A person in a car

Nothing more

As the car passes by it sees me

A man

Alone on a bench,

Nothing more