Right beside the EatingWell offices where I work in Charlotte, there’s a quiet pond surrounded by friendly cattails. There’s the sound of bullfrogs and birds. There are fields stretching towards the tree-lined Route 7 and rolling Mount Philo beyond. The air is speckled with the sweet smell of wildflowers—like cotton candy—warm from the sun. I walk there sometimes when I need a little solace. I go there to think and to calm down.
I went there today. I wanted to stay there all day. I wish there was a bench by the pond...
It oftentimes feels counter-intuitive that I live in downtown Burlington, yet everyday have to drive 25 minutes into the countryside to get to work. Most people have it the other way round.
But on this day, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It feels so nice to be wrapped in a furry cloak of cattails. It feels so good to have the birds whip around your head and lift the weight of the day. It feels good to just be quiet, to be simple and to observe.