Sitting on the bus. We drive past lovely lush parks. Teeming with life and potential. I see people. Probably friends sitting together under a tree. Maybe chatting about life. Maybe one of them are listening to the others current problem. Maybe they are just enjoying each other’s company. Makes me smile, that scene. Crack a bottle of wine. Or bring on a picnic basket. And go sit under the tree in a nearby park. Because you may just find rest for your soul among the leaves.