It had been a desultry start to the week. Nothing was going right and today, her day off, began with yet another shopping trip. Supermarket sweep. There must be more to life than this, she thought as she turned the car homeward.
On her left she spotted the entrance to the park. How many times had she driven past thinking one day she ought to take time to investigate it? She had passed the snowdrops in February, the daffodils in March, the bluebells in May. Impulsively she swung the car into the entrance and crunched to a stop. She followed the path and discovered an opening into a small walled garden. She was struck by the sheer peacefulness. A breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, a bird chirped and somewhere a bee bumbled, unhurriedly among the blooms.
Gradually she felt the tension seep away and in this neglected little corner of the park her fraught soul took a moment to soak up the calm.