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.

 

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