The Bench

Let’s sit together on a bench, in the marina, by the sea.

We can wait for the sunset, as the seagulls fly by, searching for their next snack left by some passersby.

It might get chilly, but we can sip on some red wine and feel the warmth it brings as we sit there, in the Seabreeze.

I want to sit with you, cuddled up, as the day floats by.

We will hear the ship horns and the waves, as the day turns to dusk.

We can smell the salty air, as the Seabreeze blows by.

There will be a bit of chatter from the seamen and the boats, but we will just listen to it all in silence, as we enjoy our closeness and the warmth of the wine as we find peace in the breeze and a joy in the way the day comes to an end, on a bench by the sea.

There are only so many days that we can find time to sit and enjoy such a peaceful time as this.

I hope we can come back for another time, or two, but if we don’t at least we had this one time, to enjoy the simple silence and the chatter, the Seabreeze, seaguls and the life on the marina, on a bench by the sea.

-M.