THAT TOUGH COLD WINTER passed taking with it those elongated nights and shortened days of light, melting with a beam of sunshine the last whitish snowflakes over the tight grass.
On a lonely corner was “the bench”….while dawning she opened her “ears” listening to a tender song of a small sparrow perching on a slight branch.
Lengthening her wooden arms, still yawning she opened her dazzled eyes. With a blurred vision she saw a colorful bouquet of newly budded flowers, two straight trees looking at the horizon and a refreshing water fountain.
She did not know how long she had been sleeping. She only knew her heart was beating full of life and that her brain had recorded the last yearnings of those who had sat there before she fall asleep:
That thin-skinny woman with two little boys who was crying because she lost her job and did not know how she was to feed them…..
A cheerful couple who dreamed for long hours about their future and swore love forever….
One stubborn young man wearing rounded glasses that studied from a thick book dreaming to become a great doctor….
Those lively friends who gossiped and joked carelessly…
That calm old woman who knit while recalling with every stitch those lovely moments that would never come back….
The bench realized she was alive, ready to hear once more those hopes, sorrows, joys, triumphs and hardships that entwine every human life. With energy and eagerness while grinning the brown bench curled her wide mouth and said: IT IS SPRING AGAIN!
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