I have a certain fascination with benches. They are the lonely places found almost everywhere yet never appreciated - only used and left alone - a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath, and then moving on. These benches, we are never loyal to them, but they are always loyal to us - allowing us to make memories, finding us around the bend of the road or in the middle of the park, or just outside the building in the solitude to allow us to think, to talk, to kiss, and sometimes to cry.