Two Empty Chairs

A neighbor constantly makes home improvements. One of those changes, made before we moved here, is a high platform built for a better view of the red rocks. Atop the platform are two chairs. Empty chairs.

In the 2-1/2 years I've been their neighbor, I've never seen anyone sitting in those chairs, contemplating and meditating, or even having coffee and pleasant conversation.

As I watch the sun rise this morning, I marvel at the effort we make to build what won't be used. And I wonder what it will take for us to simply enjoy what is.

You write it:  How do you simply enjoy what is?