How Do You Find Wilderness in the City?

My daughter and I came upon this pile of leaves in a city park one day while visiting my parents in Cleveland, Ohio. It would have been just as easy to walk by, but instead we stopped and spent an hour throwing the leaves in huge piles over our heads, dancing and listening as they tumbled around us. We buried one another, then Grandpa. It was just a little concrete shelter with a handful of picnic tables. Cars drove down a busy street nearby. But for a moment it was absolute magic. That's wilderness. It lives inside you. What's your story?