If I do not have somewhat regular access to natural areas that I can get lost in, I feel claustrophobic, somewhat suffocated by well defined yards, asphalted streets and right-angled houses. I feel somewhat better on a bike trail, racing under a canopy of trees, but unpaved trails through a forest that I can wander about at a slower pace, pausing when I wish, are a full gulp of fresh air to me. There, amid the unordered ramble of wildflowers, trees and running water, I find a rest and refreshment not present elsewhere.
This tiny park, made to seem larger by a dizzying maze of trails, makes me happy–for how lost Jason and I can get in it, even though it is small; for how we find something new each time we walk in it; and for its proximity. All of this makes it an excellent retreat from the suburban claustrophobia that occasionally creeps up.