I spoke to a man on a bench today.
I haven't really done this before, but the sun was out, the park was quietly busy and because there aren't enough benches I ended up having my little snack (chocolate cake and a smoothie) next to a man and his young son.
Let me rush to emphasise, this man was not a resident of the park, nor was he trying to sleep on the bench. He was just there to sit, like me.
As we chatted, I found myself feeling soothed and calm. The park seemed to become a restful place, full of peace and tranquility. Turns out he was a psychotherapist.
It reminded me of a wonderful Borges story in which an old man sits to rest on a bench and a younger man comes to sit next to him. After a while, the old man realises that it's his younger self.
I think I should sit on benches more often. My only regret is that I didn't share my cake. I think I should have done.