I took a walk the other day in one of my favourite places on earth, Victoria Park in Kitchener. It’s about a 15 minute walk from where I live.
It was a hot day at 28C so I took a wee lunch of an apple and a can of sparkling water and sat for a time at a picnic table writing.
I sat on a bench soaking up the sounds and smells of a day in the park and watched, and felt.
I always pay homage to those for whom the benches are name. If there is one post life-exit thing I would like it would be a bench. Hmmm what should it say?
And then I saw this:
I stopped to take photos and a lovely young girl, perhaps in her early 20’s stopped to chat to…
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