It was inevitable

She discovered it four years ago.

It was where she took her break and listened to nature.

Seasons came and went.

She looked forward to the bench on the crest of forever.

Time waits for no one and life plods on.

Last winter she called me from her bench and told me a tree had fallen and nearly crushed her time machine.

A trip to her bench this Spring was eye opening. Time had not been kind to her bench. It still was strong enough for her to sit on and dream.

The phone rang today. I could see it was my beautiful wife calling from her hike. I detected a little sadness in voice. She told to me to check my email and there was photo in there I should see.

Her wonderful bench will not see another spring. It was unable to bear her weight. She only took a photo and kept hiking.