Tucked Away

Every once in a while I stumble upon a place hidden from the rest of the world so well that it really seems as if I was brought there by some unseen influence. These places tend to emanate their own specific aura, as if there was someone or something watching my every move. Sometimes I feel welcome, other times I feel like the focus of suspicion. Always there seems to be some invisible guardian or inhabitant who notices my arrival. Some people describe such places as sacred, others might use the word haunted, but I guess that depends on who you’re asking.