Bench-Watching, Booterstown

Another dull, chilly day. The kind of day for not sitting on a bench, unless you want to soak up the clouds. Besides, I am not sure many people would choose to sit here in clement weather, the busy main road behind them, a sullen, muddy swamp before them. And the benches look unsettled, as if they might lift off any minute on their antigravity platforms and migrate to a more agreeable view.