It's not the prettiest, more like those American parks heavy on the concrete. Three people were there when I found it, two men smoking and a woman, tucked up and lost in thought, sitting on a bench in one of the garden's hidden nooks. Clearly, she'd sussed this place out ages ago.
The smokers came and went, as did a few others, but we were all silent in this spacious space. It was remarkable given that one of the busiest, most commercial streets on the planet was only a few minutes walk away.
How many times had I been on Oxford Street and never thought to venture down one of its side streets? How many times had I felt so weary and very much in need of temporary sanctuary? This garden had been here the whole time.
When you're in the traffic and busy-ness (business?) of life, it's almost like you have blinders on, so easily carried along with the other feet on the street. You become part of the flotsam and jetsam, and it doesn't even occur to you to step out of it. That's exactly when it's most important to remember (re-member) to 'move within', check out of auto-pilot and see exactly what's around you. Where you want to go may not be that far after all.