Reflection

There are times when I will lay in bed and think about my day, what I have done, who I have seen, where I have been. Every night I think of the same place where I felt at ease. This place may seem common to most, but it is complex in its simplicity. The benches on the back end of James River Hall are so surreal. The bench that I sit upon is the only place on the Christopher Newport University campus that nine time out of ten, I can be completely alone. In my solidarity, I can think about what is going on in my life. I can come up with solutions and ponder on life as a whole. Accompanied with a nice Pall Mall and a cup of coffee, the hours I spend on the bench just thinking and enjoying the night air. It may sound a bit creepy, but when the occasional student walks past on their way in or out of the residence hall, I think about them, who they are, what they're doing with their lives, their hope and their dreams. I suppose I will leave this post in the same way I would leave the bench. Simple, just as experienced.