It doesn’t matter that I’ve lived here all my life – I still think these bright summer nights are magical. And mist! I love mist. It makes everything so mysterious, even the most mundane views – like a derelict building.
I keep coming back to this one lake. The sun sets behind those hills in the summer, and it reflects so beautifully in the water.
What is it about children’s things that makes them so spooky when they’re abandoned?