Tomar

The bench beckoned...

but I just walked on. And now I wonder why I did not pause to take a seat. I wonder how it would have been like, to feel the filtered sunlight on my face, to feel the weathered wood against my body, to listen to the sprinklers, to watch people pass me by. Now, I crave the solitude of a park bench and the wisdom that one derives from simply pausing for a moment. Now, is always too late for a moment.