The park bench, not just any park bench, mind you, but a place to relax and think after a journey’s end. The journey may simply be a meandering walk through the woods, or a hike along a well-marked trail. There’s something mystical about an empty bench discovered along the forest’s edge. It’s a quiet place to sit, relax, and daydream while passing time, away from the dissonance of city life. Yet, an empty bench seems so lonely. One can’t help think of all the people that stopped to relax there; was there more than one individual at a time; were there interesting, private conversations being discussed; or were there lonely old folk just catching their breath after a long walk, or possibly reminiscing about times past? In an alternate reality, only the benches would know for sure.