The Great Escape

The deep roots of yesteryear draws me closer. With the sound of crunching gravel beneath my feet I explore the beauty of the gardens. Song birds perform a chorus among the tree canopy while native blooms flaunt their vibrant hues.

Here there are

no pending deadlines
no nagging emails
no dirty dishes
no arguing children
no financial crises
no news tickers
no beastly politicians
nor slain terrorists

I transcend the mundane.

It is a magical morning with just me and my camera.