The seats are sleeping

It is winter here and the seats in my neighborhood are silent and sleeping.

The tall person says that they will wake up again when the sun shines and people come out of their houses to sit and chat in the spring and in the sultry summer evenings.

Ah, what gossip and secrets these sleeping sentinels hold in their dreams.

I sometimes think I hear echoes of all the conversations they have overheard and absorbed over time.

They hold the stories of my neighborhood.

They sleep now in a winter without words but will wake again when they feel the warmth of the sun and the chatter of neighbors.

20 thoughts on “The seats are sleeping

  1. When I was in college I was taking a video making class. The project my groud did was called “A Day In The Life Of A Bench”, I thought it turned out really well. It’s amazing all the things a bench holds…:-)

  2. Sweet Bassa your tall person is right in a few weeks those benches will be awake and buzzing again. All those people don’t have a beautiful, warm fur coat like yours so they stay inside where it is warm when winter comes. Hugs and nose kisses

  3. Hmmmm….the seats might know everything around your neighbourhood, so there are some gosships, too??? Wow, I’m curious! Heeheehee! 🙂

  4. Bassa, you are correct in knowing how many awesome stories the seats would tell if they spoke. They do not look very sturdy, however. Please tell the Tall Person to sit carefully, when it is time. Otherwise the ground will be listening to his stories instead of the seat!

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