In our earlier years, my partner and I would spend sunny weekends together in the park by the library. We needed to get away from the stress of our day jobs and it only was a block away the apartment that we shared. Our work often required us to continue the job at home, and our yardless apartment offered no relief. We would give anything just to get the feeling of grass between our toes – and I appreciated every blade of it.

While we were physically present, we would find ourselves engrossed in our own interests: My partner lost in a book – in another world, another universe, or another dimension. Whereas, I was immersed in whatever album caught my attention the day before – both of us experiencing a rare moment of relief.