My favorite place growing up was an open-air chapel among a small forest of purple-trunked trees. The trees' dead yellow needles litter the ground around them. This place has a certain magic to it. The treetops block out any and all sunlight, sort of displacing time, turning day into night. I am not a religious person, but if there were a god, this is where he would be.
I haven't been in Kansas City long enough to have established a true favorite place, but I tend to favor the quiet and the serene. This place is both. I very seldom cross paths with anyone else up here. The immediate area is so clear, simple, untaxing, that it is one of the few places where I can just let my mind go blank. And with nothing overhead, it is just me and the open sky.
