Mike discovered a magical spot at the reservoir. You have to follow a steep winding path to get there. It overlooks the water and it feels like if you lost your footing you'd fall down, slide through the leaves and end up inside it. But once you're there, someone long ago dug out a little section of the hillside and even built terraced steps that lead down to a huge log that's leaned into the water as a ladder of sorts. There are wild mushrooms and remnants from a bonfire, moss covering unnaturally large, smooth rocks for sitting on. The hole in the hill is comforting like a womb, but there's an odd mix of freedom since it's so high up from the water. The trees are towering and the foliage is thick. The cicaidas hum and the rain pitter patters on the water's surface, but you don't get wet because you're protected by leaves.
ps. This series of photographs is inspiring. I'd like to draw some of the images, especially the group shot with the little girl in her mother's skirt. ( umm... hi Lola! ;) )