I went looking for my own square inch. I went to my closet, I went to the basement, I went to the suburbs, I went off the path. No matter where I went, my heart or the birds, far-off traffic or the buzz of electrical wiring followed me there.
But I found a second here, in this place. Just a second, through the wall of blackberry bushes and beneath the canopy of trees, before I coughed, a goose hissed, and a plane flew overhead.