Dusk, Mt. Merrion Woods

No doubt I must look like some weirdo, trudging about in these suburban trees, especially as so many houses back onto them. But I think the place has a certain magic, a last few acres of tall mature trees (some of which must be centuries old) with the near/distant city's lights intensifying to a slash of orange-white, our quick little lives fast-forwarding through the darkening pillars.