My secret place

My secret place is reached through the door that opens only when my eyes are shut and my thoughts are filled with the colour purple.

Memories filled with mist condense on the canvas of the landscape. Like no other, the purple hue evokes the long forgotten moments of innocence in childhood. I yearn to return to that place. Bereft, I search in my mind for the sphagnum of comfort and the the pteridiphytes of hope, uncurling and extending their fronds of friendship.

I make my selection from the palette and try and smell my way back to the time of purity and unbroken dreams.

Heather