A Quiet Place

I often look back with gratitude at the time I spent in Geneva. It was there that I developed an appreciation for good food, long kisses goodnight, and the zen of walking home at the end of the day. It was the highlight of my day to stroll the city streets before finding my way home. I still go out for evening walks all these years later. Not everyday, but as often as I can manage. I never fail to see something beautiful or learn something interesting about the woods and hills that I've made my home. Yesterday on my walk I spotted this quiet place. It's been here forever; I've passed it every time, but today I saw it with fresh eyes. The gold of the grass...