literature

Enclosed in a circle

 

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. 

 

 

 

The occupied bench

On the first day of June it was warm and sunny here. I thought I should take my book and go read it on the nearest bench. All the ideal benches were occupied today, it seems that I wasn't the only one who wanted to enjoy the sun after such a taxing winter. Happy to see so many people welcoming their freedom, I went for a walk and didn't bear them a grudge for not leaving a bench free for me. 

 

The ideal bench, the book is here