Friday was a spectacularly shitty day at work; I found myself actually trembling. Lots of the team talked about going home to a bottle (or two) of wine.
I had a glass of red. And a massage. And a sob. But none of it felt as good as taking the long route back home, wandering through the park at an extra slow pace and soaking up the stillness in the last light.
It seems the most wonderful fact of life that the best mood lifter is right outside the door, completely free, and always new. Everyone feels better after a few lungfuls of fresh air and a moment of quiet.
Whether it’s running around and scrambling through mud, or just sitting on a park bench and listening to the trees murmur, a spot of nature surely must be the best thing for the soul.