Today, more than ever, I wish I had a hidden flower garden. A place that's full of life, but still and safe. A secret place where time stops but everything keeps growing. Somewhere I can rest or work. A place where my senses are alive. I'd climb big trees to the very top, stretch out on the grass, and I'd thread flowers through my hair. A place where I can be, just for a little while.
photo via Central Park/unknown