On this bench 

I’m sitting alone. 

It’s quiet,

Nothing but sounds of chirps and gusts of wind that blow my hair so perfectly, 

off my neck.

The rays of sunshine beam on my left leg, 

warm. 

My right leg Is left in the shade, 

Cold.

I could shift a bit to warm my right leg as well, 

but then the wind wouldn't be blowing just right.

Up ahead there's a bench occupied by a stranger, 

just a few feet away I shuffle my way over and sit.

This time I feel the wind trickles down my neck perfectly and the sun shines on both of my legs,

Warm.

Something new about this bench I notice,

A sense of complete happiness.