Today, I needed to escape for a little while. Nothing was necessarily wrong, I just needed some fresh air and solitude. So, when lunchtime rolled around, I slipped out of the office, picked up a cup of pumpkin coffee, and went down to the river for my favorite kind of escape: reading.
It’s been a dreary day here, so the riverfront was empty, except for a car or two. The moment I saw the water and heard it rushing over the river rocks, I felt myself relax. I opened my book and just as my mind started to wrap itself around the words on the page, music scattered my concentration in a thousand different directions.
At first I was peeved. I glanced over at a nearby car, certain that’s where the sound was coming from. But the car was empty. Then, a figure in the distance caught my eye. That’s when I noticed a man sitting on the stone wall along the river, strumming a guitar, and singing into the bridge’s cavernous underbelly. My mouth fell open at the beauty of the sound and the realization that I’d somehow become privy to such a rare and special moment. I set my book down and listened for a while, the music reminding me that even on a dreary, mundane Tuesday, profound joy is waiting for us in unexpected places.
After about twenty minutes, the man put his guitar in the trunk of his car and, I imagine, drove back to his job.
And I closed my book and headed back to mine.
What’s your escape?