On Silent enchanted places
I find myself craving the silence of quiet, tucked away places. Where not a sound can be heard, or a draft can be felt. It seems, the delicate whispers of colour, flowing from tips of soft paintbrushes make for good enough company these days. I've found my sanctuary in these endless forests, layered with leaves. Calmness in these tones. Tranquility... In my own self. Where do you go on days LIKE these?