I am sitting on a bench in a quiet neighborhood with kids running around and bouncing balls in all directions. The bench is shaded by a maple tree whose leaves are summer-full. There are two sets of grooves in this bench for seats and legs, and the inscription is in memory of a couple "who loved it here."
This peace could seep into my bones, if I gave it time on this sunny evening. I need this, after the week I've struggled through. I need this quiet. I need this sun. I need this music in my ears.