There’s an old abandoned car dealerships close by I go there, if I’m angry I can smash old rusty cars, if I’m sad I can cry in a small super insulated cell in the basement, probably used to paint small stuff, if I want to feel better I can climb the roof, the owner was living in the house over the shop before getting evicted for fraudulence business, now it’s empty and really quiet, from the very top I can scout all the Mountains and lakes in my area, its one of the tallest building around, And the view is Heart warming, I might not have had anyone loving me for 23 years but this place pays for it, thers a busy road nearby and that always makes me realize that all those assholes I spent the day trying to comprehend and tollerate are indistinguishable from ants roaming the world on a timer like everyone else.

Kayaking. There is way less people in water than in the ground. My city is a small metropolis, bustling with people, yet on the river I can still find space to think and wildlife to observe. i can find small patch ch of landing where no one ever goes to and set my folding chair for a snack and sketch some doodle.

There is a strip of grass beside the driveway to my complex’s parking structure with one tree in it.

That tree and the surrounding grass has at LEAST five species of moss living on it, so I just slow down on my walk to the car and appreciate those diverse, weird little plants

My backyard is nice. It’s not big, it’s not fancy, but there’s green grass and trees against a blue sky and that’s usually all it takes for me to remember the good stuff

Well it’s not terribly secret, but I just chill in my backyard with a book and my dogs, on my hammock.

There is a rose garden along my walk to the store that I enjoy a lot. Sometime soon I will volunteer to help prune them.