my new bedroom is the color of cream when it rises to the top of a pail of fresh cow's milk. an almost butter sort of color, soft and gentle.
for some reason, i feel safe in this room, within these beautiful walls.
it must have been a color of my childhood- because with it comes the scent of new wood, and the sound of an accordion playing, and the memory of sunlight glinting on green leaves.
a safe and restful place, now...one that i need...