I was walking along this really cool path with my grandfather.
There were rows of houses on either side, but everything wasn’t levelled and there were these hills that the houses resided on.
It was really weird. But beautiful, and it felt familiar, like I’ve dreamt about this place before.
Warm sunlight, and birds chirping. Everything looked as if there was a contrast filter placed over the whole world. The houses were very pretty and colourful.
There were also grave headstones placed here and there, but they weren’t dull and scary. Instead, there were clusters of pink and blue balloons tied to them.
We just walked down the road. It was a nice peaceful feeling.