The place was beautiful, a shock between man-made and nature-generated. I couldn’t help but feel dwarfed by the vast living room; spacious and regal yet somehow not intimidating.
The windows, by far the most attractive spot, filled most of the far back wall, and opened to the beautiful sight of Britain’s countryside. The sky was beautifully lit by the stars and moon, as if coated in sugar; and right below it, all that could be seen was green. Bushy trees and tall grass; blousy flowers and spidery, gnarled twigs twisted upwards, as if beckoning the light and the sky closer.