A natural paradise Skybrush and I used to retreat to when the weight of life got the best of us. Nopony ever bothered us here. It was tranquil, not too far from the city, but above all, it was ours. We picnicked here many times before when we didn’t know what else to do after our work shifts. And then she would paint the lake, the birch trees, and the occasional mallard, with an expertise I envied oh so much.