My name's Will DeFreeze, and this of the time a seat was all I needed.

It was a park bench dedicated to someone for how often I sat there. I should

remember the names like the back of my hand. Unfortunately most times I sat there, I was honestly trying to forget things. It sat about 10 feet

from the edge of the water. Most mornings the water was calm enough that any movement was worth

turning your head for.

Outside of the occasional goose honk,

it was quiet enough that those movements

didn't even require a glance.

A duck dipping its head underwater,

a water moccasin assessing its prey, a kayaker dipping their paddle back into the water after having a moment.

When you go for a walk without your phone these days, you begin to realize how slow time can actually feel.

In those moments when I'd sit by the water I didn't find myself needing to check the time.

If anything, once I found out what time it was, I'd be taken aback that it hadn't been longer.

Ten minutes simply feels longer when you're alone with your thoughts.

And that's a good thing, I think. In those moments when I can't get outside and I'm sitting at my desk,

my brain naturally wanders off. My online destination for that very wandering off is

tumbler, a site where I don't see any

friends, it's a place where I don't know anyone's personality, a space where there

are only photos and videos presented largely without comment. And despite Tumblr's

knack for getting a bit too emotional at times, there are still moments that give me pause.

Just recently, one of those moments showed itself in a handwritten note that was then photographed and put online.

You know, the total opposite of why you'd actually write a note in the first place.

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