In the years before Jay was born barely a day passed in which I didn’t experience a pang of longing for a lonely beach or a high mountain walk. That feeling went away when we had kids, both because I no longer had as much time to think about things like that and because life had become richer right where I was. When I walk home into our one bedroom apartment, the noise and activity of our family’s life together provides its own kind of retreat from the world.
Still, I savor the moments of quiet when I get them. I walk Jay over to daycare every morning, and my route back home provides the chance to walk down a block of quiet Addison Street, where no cars pass and the trees form a tight canopy overhead. I make myself walk slowly down the block and I’m always slightly sad to leave it behind. Here’s a picture I took this morning.