Literature
Gift From The Bench
Gift From the Bench
By R. DeVillier
Every morning he would wait on that same bench, under that same tree, reading the same page of the same book that missed its cover. Though everyone knew of him, no one could feel anything from him. The wind blew past him, carrying a scent that soothed those that smelled it. As you approached, sound be came clearer, the sun seemed warmer, the wind seemed softer, and all you could say was "beautiful day". And he would smile behind thin-rimmed glasses. No matter the troubles that plagued up to this morning, they fell under the touch of his smile.
It was like he was always there. As the trees that gre