While in the mist of cleaning out my closet, I found several golden written works. This one was written by a friend/saxophonist. o
Purple smells like sweet light liquid, inviting, and warm but dark and professional. It feels secure and strong, smooth and genuine with a lot of quiet dignity. Like an inner dark fire, cold burning, slow burning flame. Ice warm, the mediator between the two seasons, summer and winter; but not the transition itself. Only the place between. Purple is magical in that you don't have to see it to know it. It's a color in the soul as a bridge between violence and peace, not the journey but more the road. Something not only to be felt but experienced.