The bench was still there, the view as well. I settled down with my coffee, sketchbook and pens and felt so at peace. It lasted about 60 seconds, as a group of teenagers had chosen the bench next to me as a meeting place with their teacher. Still, i sketched a bit, enjoyed my coffee and took in the view. And travelled back in time by listening to the conversations the teenagers had with each other. It was all good. But my, am i glad to not be a teenager any more.



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