My office is situated in a new commercial development area. Much of it is vacant grass land, winnowed saplings, and the occasional mound of dirt. A paved road runs through this area, straight for a block, before rounding the corner into more of the untouched landscape.
This has been my place for the past year.
The place for me to run, walk, or rest and contemplate the most difficult of questions, the introspective ones.
It's always a struggle to truly identify what it is we want, and the reasons underlying some of our choices are just as illusive.
I used to think all I had to do was be on my own to solve my problems. Whenever a difficult situation arises, I sought to be on my own.
Lately it hasn't helped. Even among the solitude and the silence and warmth of the sun, I can't make straight the tangled.
There are others here sometimes. A father with his daughter on a tricycle, two children kicking a soccer ball back and forth, a girl with her dog.
Maybe I'm doing this all wrong. Everyone else is here with someone after all.
