I discovered a new ideal bench today at the park. It's a small bench enclosed in a circle made of big flower pots. In the middle of the circle there is a round big flower pot full of wild flowers. Red poppies, yellow daisies and some other white and pink flowers I can't put a name on.
My mood is not ideal today. And the weather is cloudy, overcast. Far away I see the zoo and I can hear the birds of the park, the usual crows and magpies uniting their voices to the more exotic ones of the zoo birds.
Enclosed in a circle of flowers and pots, I feel trapped into the vicious circle of thoughts.