Since coming to Seattle, I haven’t found “my place”. The place I can go to be alone, breathe, enjoy the sound of the water lapping on the shore. The place I can “hide” with my thoughts or my art journal.
Today, I found it.
As all perfect “places” appear.
It’s not quite Oprah’s tree, but it’s perfect for me!
Quiet beauty…until the pounding began and I met the neighbors.