It’s been there for a few years now. I pass it everyday when I take my children to school and wonder who put it there. Does someone go there and read? Is it a teenage hangout?
Upon closer inspection, I’d say no.
What’s the story behind this chair? Why the woods? I’m certain my questions will go unanswered. That’s all right. I kind of like to think about the possibilities.
I wonder how long it will remain here in Cary Park, land of manicured lawns and stable families.
I hope it stays. It makes me smile.