Do you have one? A place where you occasionally slump when you just want a bit of peace and quiet?
Ever since I was small I have found a strange peace in sitting on the stairs. Not the top step or the bottom step but somewhere on the flight (that is the plural right?). Generally in my house, but sometimes elsewhere.
I think this may be due to my early exposure to the simple joy of A. A. Milne.
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn’t any
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair
On these long and somewhat depressing January evenings I enjoy a good think on the stairs. Maybe with a cup of tea. Lovely.
Why don’t you try it?