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?