There are places and moments of such an absolute beauty that no words are needed.
And that kind of place is a garden. As opposed to going somewhere with the purpose of doing something, a garden is sanctuary. It's the ultimate nowhere.
A garden is a place for contemplation, but it's also a place for not thinking. Ideally, it's a place for feeling: To feel the wind and sun and gravel under your feet, to smell the flowers and soil and nature. And for seeing—not just with eyes, but everything.
A place to walk without a destination; A walk for walking's sake.
A meandering path a la Andrea Cochran:
"What I like doing best is Nothing," said Christopher Robin.
"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
"Well, it's what people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, Nothing, and then you go and do it."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"This is a nothing sort of thing that we're doing now.""Oh, I see," said Pooh again. "It means just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."
Form The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff
Nowhere is good. It's some of the best space on earth.
Nicely written!