Over Hill, Through Woods
Leave work early—just make it happen. Drive up the winding road. Walk down the winding trail. Follow the pin on your iPhone until you lose service, and then, oh ye of little faith, just keep putting your feet in front of each other. Maybe, just maybe, you'll emerge from the shade of the pines onto a dazzling sand beach, not a soul in sight, an electric-green pool rippling before you, a rope swing hanging motionless from a tree across that pool.