Old Blue Bench
Last night, I walked through the parking lot and into a local noodle shop.
On my way to the door, I spotted this azure treasure.
Almost instantly, my mind transports me to the deck of a New England beach cottage.
I imagine the roar of the waves and the salty sea air swirling my hair around my face.
All at once, I become homesick for my former home of Newport, RI.
I miss the fisherman, the tourists, and the sunsets.
This bench is bringing back so many good memories of a time that has long since passed.