Hideout
Remember your first hideout? Mine was a tangle of laurel deep in the wonderland of my british backyard. Fairy bowls fashioned from the shells of rocksmashed walnuts and delicate floral arbors decorated the leaf littered floor. Entwined within knotty branches. I was invulnerable. It is a privilege to walk in the presence of the deep imaginings of childhood. I am grateful for the rare invitation.