This was the place

This was was the place, before the weeds had grown, before the wood was warped. Where you climbed on the top plank and said this was the best moment of your life. 

And I wondered if it was, and I wonder if it is, still. And I ask myself, if there are remanents of that feeling that permeate the bench which held you at the peak of your life.

Photo by Sadie Whitehead.  Words by Stella Hartmann.