The Summerlands appeared just as she remembered it. Blue skies, luscious green grass, birds chirping in the distance, and off to the side a crystal blue lake surrounded by sawgrass and ducks. The air felt warm, but not hot, with a gentle breeze blowing across the landscape, tugging the branches of the trees, rustling the leaves, but never making them fall. The place remained pristine, gorgeous, peaceful.
Except for one spot.