write an essay on old bench
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No one will find me. I’ll have hidden myself well. I part the green curtain as I walk, armed only with a camera, pen and paper, and a book. Behind me, the overgrown foliage and gnarled roots weave themselves back together, concealing the path I have taken. A passerby will overlook my refuge and dismiss it as just another place that nature has reclaimed from the materialistic world. A smile creeps across my face as I anticipate my long sought solitude. I will be safe; no one will seek me here. I will be left alone with my imagination.
The old wooden bench greets me as it leans its back against a sturdy pine tree. It beckons to me to come share its secret world, to watch the day and all its happenings from …show more content…
Yet, despite the splinters, the bench has not fallen apart or rotted. A bench with this exquisite view of Penobscot Bay would not let splinters faze it.
Creeping to the edge of the rock ledge, I am overwhelmed by the frightening height. Although the path leading up to my refuge is obscured from view, the land in front of the bench is barren rock, opening out onto a large expanse of sky. Squinting in the sunlight, my eyes follow an osprey soaring free over the water. I inhale deeply, letting the refreshing salt air rush through my lungs and clear my head. I peer over the edge, and watch the receding tide far below. From my perch, I witness the emergence of a whole new world from the depths of the ocean. Rocks, seaweed, barnacles, and tide pools appear from nowhere, bringing sea life with it. The soft waves lap against the rocks, singing in harmony with the cool breeze that drifts through the trees, gently rustling the leaves.
Dizzy from the height, I retreat to the safety of the bench. Settling myself, I relax, my worries draining away. I slip my sandals off and let my toes bathe in the sunlight.