A park in full use is a glorious thing. Full of people, young professionals on lunch, mothers with young children, couples on dates, a few artsy folks. Grass so green and soft, gardens bright and full, food trucks nearby, and a farmer’s market selling everything imaginable. The sun is warm, hugging me like a blanket, and the sky an endless teal blue. Cars go by on either side and looking around I see endless office buildings, one of which is mine, yet despite these reminders of real life, I take off my shoes and lie on my back, soaking in the sun. Others around me do the same, gossip with friends or read quietly. Here for the next hour reality is kept at bay. I don’t have a to-do list a mile long, I don’t have meaningless chores to do for others nor do I live under florescent lights. Instead I am young and time is endless. No worries.