Some evenings are the same. Some evenings are different. Instead of all that useless staring at the one of the screens at home, I’ve pushed myself into that mildly cool evening outside, just to experience something so lost nowadays – enjoying the moment. Enjoying the evening of ending summer I should say – when amber coloured street lanterns fill the dark corners of this tiny village. Unfortunately, my boredom mixed with recent anxiety considered avoiding open spaces and without overthingking I went into the woods near. Great decision. The darkness, sounds of rustling leaves and strong nature smells surrounded me and started sinking into my imagination. “A great place to make ghost stories about”, the idea came from somewhere. Maybe I will do that. Maybe soon enough. That’s how I started blogging again (today).