I had time to kill so I sat on a bench. I had a while to wait so I took out my phone. The scenery was beautiful but I've been here a bunch of time so it wasn't really something to stare at for a long amount of time without looking weird. As I sat the cooling wind blew through; and like the wind, people came and went too. It felt awkward being on this bench for so long. People seemed to only stay for a bit and would leave. Short lived conversations that would end as soon as they began. Some people were on a jog, passing by in a simulated hurry, others in a actual hurry and briskly walking to where they wanted to be. People walked into the restaurant across from the bench and leave. All these people were nobodies to me but clearly they all had somewhere to go. It was the same with me. Eventually I would get off this bench and move on from this mediocre little spot.
