Dusk in the mountains is hands-down my favorite combination of time and place. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something about being perched high enough that birds fly underneath you that makes any and all problems seem to disappear. It doesn't matter what is going on in any other part of my life when I'm on top of the world; sitting in my special spot with a cigarette in one hand, notebook in the other, and camera within reach, watching as the city lights slowly twinkle more and more intensely until they resemble a thousand miles of fire - nothing can touch me here. Nothing hurts here.
It's funny, because this spot I'm describing now is nothing like my home, yet it feels just like home should.
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