Over the summer I managed to spend a couple of days at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. This is one of my happy places. Somewhere that is guaranteed to make me smile.
As soon as I walk through the doors I can feel tensions lift; I walk a little taller, my shoulders relax, my brow unfurrows.
As I wander, through rooms I have visited many times, I am calm; the stresses and strains of the day to day disappear. It is comfortable and comforting.