No other place like this

All of us have a favorite place. Somewhere we go to clear our minds, forget the day-to-day worries, to be alone with ourselves. For me it is a bench outside the Priory. I don't know what it is about it that makes it so special but when the sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the air is crisp, it is the one place I long to go to. Sitting on my own, I listen to a mixture of sounds - cars passing by and traffic lights beeping, birds singing and squirrels running on the tree branches, the footsteps of an occasional passer by accompanied by a dog. Sometimes, though, everything goes quiet and it seems like there is no one else in the world but myself. Even the birds and squirrels do not dare make a sound. This is when I love my place the most. I can stare at the sky and allow my thoughts to wander, I can breathe in freely not feeling weighed down by the worries of today, I can sit still and live right now, in this moment. For me little escapades like this are rare which makes them all the more precious. They are the one thing I will miss when the time comes for me to leave.