Surrounded by white, my thoughts are blank. No colors to distract me, or remind me of the world outside these sacred doors. A world which, in fact, I live in. A world where I grew up, skinned my knees, wore glasses, read Whitman and fell in love.
This world then, where, in fact, I live is only steps away. Concrete, and fiberglass stop me from seeing outside. And the white in this room helps me forget that world. Instead, I am in the present, and I can feel my soul, and everything makes sense. And the white tells me, just for an instant, that this world is where I really belong.
(Where Kevin and I got married. The most beautiful place on this earth)