“Come on, and I’ll show you a pretty place, a place you can go to collect your thoughts when you must leave there.”

This is the view from the van as I was leaving that place, after spending a bit of time there. I was so delighted with it that I forgot to take a picture until I was already in drive. This isn’t even the prettiest part of the Pretty Place, it’s just what I could capture without getting out of the van again.

As I type this, I’ve been back several times. It’s a great place to talk to yourself. It’s a good place to listen to a still small voice. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, it’s pretty, and it’s sane. And when I leave it, so am I, for at least the time it takes me to drive home again.