Even the bench looks like it's enjoying the view.

The bench sat there like an unspoken invitation, its back turned to the world and its face toward the endless expanse of blue. I watched as a solitary figure occupied it—a silhouette against the vastness of the sea. It was as though they had found a quiet moment to converse with the horizon itself. The grass around me rustled lightly in rhythm with the breeze, carrying whispers of stories untold. I stood for a while longer, letting the scene unfold like a painting in motion. There was no rush; even time seemed to pause here to take in the view.