Until, on a whim, I stop and sit. The green willows shudder into a moving painting, there is the sky, a duck laughs loudly at something, somewhere.
I turn around and read the plaque, like one that is on so many benches.
“A Place in the Universe, At a Moment in Time. L and L Read.”
And this is the view. It was maybe a space of pause for a couple during evening walks, or perhaps it was the favorite spot of someone who died, or maybe one day something big happened here, or not.
But – looking at the view – I knew it to be true.
A place in the universe, at a moment in time. That is the only thing that is real. It connects us all, beautifully and effortlessly.
A place in the universe
At a moment in time