Things around here are kinda crazy right now. Personally, I'd like to go hide out at Mom's house for a month. She's got a spare bed and she's the most relaxed person I know. Total stress free human being. Hell, even her heart attack a while back wasn't stress induced. Of course, running away and hiding doesn't help. Everything you want to escape is still there when you get back. And you always have to go back eventually.
Yesterday I took off from the house for a little while. I went for a walk and took the camera. I didn't go very far. I just walked the alleyways near the house, snapping pics of whatever caught my eye. The above pic was a couple blocks from here and it's not of anything special, but it just looked so serene. A peaceful place to escape to without actually leaving.
Another peaceful place I escaped to yesterday was into my novel. I shut the world away into a little box and typed. Sure, the writing itself wasn't serene or peaceful, but just being able to get away - even if I never actually left - helped. Plus, I got 3000 words out last night, which always makes me feel good.
Where do you go when you want to run away but you can't actually leave? Do you take a walk or can you escape into a book you're either reading or writing? Do peaceful pictures help?