Today, I am restless on the Bench. I don’t feel the same feeling of contentment I have been feeling when I’m here. It’s windy. It’s raining on and off. I’m sitting on the soggy timber Bench. All the usual birds are here, and the Duck. All the trees and the leaves and the patchy sunlight are here. All the things I’m usually so aware of are here, but today I feel tempted to browse on my phone instead.
— Catherine