At the start of the summer, my family and I spent most of the day in Kew gardens and thinking back to it, I can honestly say I've felt more at peace in the japanese garden than I have anywhere else in a long time. It could've been any number of things, the neat, perfectly uniform lines in the gravel, the gently colling breeze that wafted through the trees to soften the glare of the sun or the infinitely beautiful carvings on the side of a tower that stretched up, like the wooden finger of a giant to mark the progress of the sun across the heavens.
I have no idea what it was, but I know Utopias exist out there, now it's just a case finding one and staying there.
