There’s a bench on the side of a hill overlooking Falls Park that nobody seems to covet but me. Why is that? It’s the best seat in the house and every time I seek it out, weekday or weekend, morning or afternoon, it’s empty. Maybe I’m seeing it in another dimension.
Anyway, I sat in the nearby Starbucks today until the outside temperature hit 50, then I walked over to my bench to enjoy the sunshine. Lovely.
(Oh … regarding today’s title. It’s a tribute to Donn White. He and I were tour-mates years ago and sometimes, when we’d round a corner and an especially pretty stretch of road would rise up to meet us, he’d exclaim, “Beauty!” Good man, that Donn White. I wonder where he’s gotten off to.)