It's raining at Cherishville, and when you arrive at the bus stop, you can hardly see where you are. You will rush inside the coffee shop across the street and sit down and find an umbrella in your inventory. It's unusual for me to seek the indoors. I prefer a chair at the edge of the lake. And it is a beautiful lake. The buildings all surround the lake in a magical way. I got lost in some fog in a small graveyard and completely lost which direction I was headed. I don't think I saw everything yet, so I will be back tomorrow.












