My church is pretty much anywhere outside.  And, you know, the woods is nice, particularly lakes, but just getting out under the sky.  It can be downtown; it can be outside getting off of my bus.

[I agree, I think that’s why winter is harder for me because it’s a lot easier in the summer to get out.  Winter has its own beauty, I suppose.]

I often find when I’m depressed or just down, going outside—even in my house, my favorite spot in my house, and I live near the woods or in the woods kind of—just going outside has a way of immediately starting to restore myself.  So, there’s something to that.