The other night I dreamed that I was looking for some different community sports and music programs to sign my son up for. For some reason I decided the YMCA was the place to do this, so I went down to ask them about it.
The YMCA was located at the bottom of this long trench-like hill with a steep switchback driveway lined with a jungle of thick trees. Up on the street the noise was very oppressive, but once I slipped down that driveway the foliage protected me from the intense sensory overload of afternoon traffic.
I was also sheltered from most of the daylight. It was cool and breezy, and the sudden quiet was almost eerie.
