Rob poured a cup of coffee, walked across the road and sat on a bench that looked out on the bay. Further up the road was a public parking lot which had rows of benches that also looked on the bay. Those benches were made of steel or concrete.
This bench sat alone in the sea grass that separated the road from the beach. Its unpainted wood had become rough from age; it would give you splinters if you weren’t careful. This bench wouldn’t allow you to live carelessly; Rob never considered sitting on the benches by the parking lot.