Beyond the point where the river bends south, there sits a pink park bench—a quiet sentinel overlooking the ever-changing landscape. If you find yourself seated there at sunrise, you’ll witness the river and sky transform with the seasons, each one painting a unique picture across the water.

In spring, the sun rises into a brilliant blue sky, casting its light on the awakening earth. By summer, the river dances with the sun’s golden reflection, its ripples stretching back toward the horizon. Come winter, the scene shifts to a more ethereal beauty, with steam fog rising from the frozen river, wrapping the sun in a soft, orange embrace. And in autumn, if you time it just right, the sunrise sets the sky ablaze with a fiery red glow that impresses itself upon the pink park bench, making it seem almost magical.

Season after season, year after year, I’ve returned to that pink bench. Each visit is a reminder of the constant in my life—the sunrise, the river, and the promise I make to you. Just as the sun always rises, you can always count on me to be there for you. Like the bench that brings a smile to my face, knowing you are there brightens my world.