(15, AZ, USA) Marcus - The Bench

The metropolitan was saturated with bright signs and advertisements. The honking of cars, the shouting of people, and the music playing at each corner. But amidst this chaos, there was a park. It was located in a quiet corner of this city, sandwiched between a corporate building and hotel, it was sanctuary of contemplation and tranquility. The wind here blew with the melody of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Here was a lone steel bench under the oak tree, inviting any visitor to take a break from the busy lifestyle and sit. The sunset casted a golden cascade onto the scenery, the glass buildings reflecting its rays. The shadows of grass casting over the ground with their thin contour lines. The inanimate offering consolation to the fraying mind. The sighs of relief lifting the burden to stress, dejection, and regret into the atmosphere. Time appears to slow down in this oasis of serenity, allowing visitors to temporarily escape the unrelenting pace of modern life. Worries slip away, leaving behind a genuine appreciation for life's basic pleasures. As the day winds down, those who have been fortunate enough to find the hidden jewel that is this basic park feel a great sense of thankfulness.