bench

An open window behind. An inviting bench. A plant by the side. Grass beneath. A shade if you so choose to use. And an open sky.

You throw in a book and a bottle of water. You throw away the watch. Add in some hot coffee.

And you are set.

(at Hebbal, India)

Where you stand depends on where you sit. So said Nelson Mandela. Prescient man.

What happens if you sit close on the edge? With water flowing by? Or the vast expanse of the mountains staring at you? 

Perhaps in a green park with mowed lawns and manicured pathways. Or in the rough tumble of a unruly grass in a forest.

Or do you sit in a glass cabin lording over people? Or are you part of the ‘people’ sitting amongst them. Standing up to plough the land sow the seeds. 

Where we sit often is a function of a where a good bench is. Perhaps its a good idea to go with where a good view beckons and get a bench done.

That way, when you stand you get to work on stuff that you are passionate about.

After all you will be standing on it.

“A throne is only a bench covered in Velvet” -So said Napoleon.

Sitting at this park bench and soaking in the expanse of London green made me feel like a king. Sans velvet.
Ah, the clarity that quiet moments bring are well worth a Kingdom strong.

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