A Secret Place

Yesterday I was outside for a while. There is a paved, wooded path not far from where I work. I walked to the path to enjoy the beautiful day. It was truly wonderful. A sunny day with a light breeze is refreshing when it can be experienced in a peacful environment. However (...there's always a however, isnt there?) I could hear the traffic around me and see the road. The noise just completely took away from what I wanted. What I wanted and still want is a secret place. A place that I used to imagine in my childhood. The secret place is tucked into a corner and is surrounded by trees with walls of ivy. I have a quiet place to sit and there is a stream or creek nearby. There is no traffic, no civilization, only the sky and the delightful nature that surrounds me. The green of the grass is vivid and the sky is the most lovely blue. The sky is a little cloudy, for I adore clouds. They remind me, as do many things, of God's majesty. My secret place is actually a garden I suppose. It belongs only to me and no one else. I may have found my garden when I was a child. I've lost it now. I desprately want to find it again. To be there with no sense of time.