Glastonbury Tor by twilight.
The Avalon of golden Arthur, some say.
An adjustment to scanner settings and Annwn, portal of the past and future, towers out of the mist and myth, ruled by an older, darker lord, Gwyn ap Nudd.
The haze of everyday living may limit the boundary line of ordinary vision and invest a startling significance and a special importance to such people or things which might rise, unexpectedly, out of the shifting shadows, out of the fog, out of the shrouds of memory.
Writers have an unusual power over the ley lines, the maze walks, over the portal places that lead to the Well of Seeing.
Do you lead them deeper into the dark or does your lantern burn away the mist?