I get so wound up, so nervous, so worried--so very, very worried--that I sneak off to the little park down the street, though it is not much of a park. There are man-made falls of water, a man-made creek all clear and clean, that meanders through this corporate nature space. It was all carved out and paid for by the people who make Levi's Jeans.
There's a giant tree in the park with long limbs and leaves like hair that shade a whole bunch of stuff, but it's not for me. I climb the hill and crawl into the grass and lie back and listen to the man-made waterfalls and the man-driven cars and the man-announced tour buses and try to pretend I'm deep in some thick, safe woods so that I can calm down.