Only minutes from this clearing is a bustling city. The noise within it’s breadth is obnoxious. The crowds are unbearable this time of year. There is a lot of action. No room for thought. Full steam ahead. Eyes forward. Or down. Anything to avoid contact.
The airplanes fly low, overhead. The train station is close as well and there is the intermittent rumbling of boxcars and the screeching of brakes. There are so many whistles, horns and voices; it could give you a different level of a headache every two blocks.
But if you know the right path. If you are willing to stray off course. If you search hard enough, you can find yourself a small piece of heaven.
From glubdub.com
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