It had been the toughest of weeks: too much travel, not enough sleep; too much fuel, not enough nutrition; too many board-rooms, not enough human jungle. She finally put away her laptop, the final insistent e-mails answered and added freshly boiled water to her black tea. She stepped outside.
The garden was quiet at this time: the dawn promised to be rapidly warm with the most red of colours. The street slept after the unleashed revelries and slammed car doors of a Friday night.
Who could believe sitting still and sitting quiet for a short while might be so healing?