Forgotten Moments
For eight years, I watched the lantern parade pass by my house—each time imagining myself sitting outside with a cup of tea, watching the glowing procession drift through the night. But I never bought a bench. It felt indulgent to invest in something for just five minutes of joy once a year. So I stayed inside, year after year, missing the moment I longed for.
A Chance Encounter
Today, on a walk through the neighborhood, I saw a man placing an old garden bench by the roadside. We knew each other only in passing. I asked if he was selling it. “No,” he said, “it’s free. Do you want it?”
The bench was rusted but elegant, with wrought iron curves and mosaic tiles hidden beneath layers of dirt. I told him I’d love to give it a new home—keep it in the neighborhood. He smiled and helped me carry it to my house.
The Dragons Beneath
I couldn’t wait to clean it. As the grime washed away, fantastical dragon motifs emerged from the tiles—vivid, whimsical, full of life.
I sat down with a cup of tea to test its comfort. A neighbor walked by, complimented the bench, and we started talking. Then another. And another.
The bench became a magnet for conversation, a quiet invitation to pause and connect.
More Than a Parade
Now I sit outside every evening. People stop, chat, sometimes sit beside me. The bench has become my favorite place—not just for the lantern parade, but for all the ordinary days in between.
In just a few weeks, this dragon bench has brought me closer to my neighbors than eight years of silent watching ever did.