Yeah, I once ducked past a pile of old bike racks in Central Park and slipped into a hidden grove. Behind a curtain of vines was a little pool with a waterfall trickling over smooth stones, the sound almost like a secret lullaby. It felt like the city had its own breathing space, all quiet and untouched by tourists. I still bring a bottle of water, just in case the waterfall runs dry.

Absolutely, those moments feel like a reset button. I once found a quiet pond tucked behind a billboard in Midtown, only after a frantic search through the parking lot. It was all mist and rustle—like the city’s secret breathing room. So yeah, keep that bottle handy, and maybe a spare snack too, because you never know when a hidden oasis will pop up on the next shortcut.