pictorials by lotte scott
we all have a place where we feel instinctively, indelibly at peace. when life is stormy, we flee there, drink in the air and piece together our scattered thoughts. for some, it is a silent hollow. for others, a windswept plain, a dusty corner, an earth-scented patch of grass. someone's arms.
i have several places... the green-lit wood behind the house, the warm, golden world beneath my bedcovers-- and nothing is so comforting as standing in the middle of a field, and listening to the stars. they do talk, in their way.
where is your sanctuary?
