This… was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I’d actually forgotten this painting was here, and I’m not sure why it’s so far down and out of the way.
Or perhaps it’s because it somehow depicts the exact image in my mind when I stand on the theatre steps (or in room 203 of the school, my old English teacher’s room) and look out across the town and river.
There really is a road running through, across that there’s this same wide valley filled with gentle hills up from the river and dotted with copses and meadows. The wood is more or less where I put MacLachlan’s Wood; the house up on the hill is more or less where Brynna would live.