Park to Myself

    Most summer evenings, children occupy the playground in my town. But not on July 4th, a national holiday. The setting goes quiet. So does the rest of the town.
    On that weekend, people head to the beach, or the mountains, or wherever. They’re looking for a break from the hustle and bustle. The problem is, it requires hustle and bustle to reach those places. Highways and tourist areas become crowded.
    I remain in town.
    The park becomes a haven. Behind the swing sets is a grove of trees (seen in photo). There, shade and quietude relax me.
    On July 4th weekend, people who stay in town enjoy more relaxation than those seeking it elsewhere.