Cozy Lake House Porch at Sunset Ambience with Crickets, Campfire and Evening Relaxing Sounds

☕ While Lucas was trying to kindle the fire and Laurie was lighting candles, I decided to ask a question that had been haunting me since the moment I arrived in this small town. “And what is this tree?“ - I asked my friends and pointed to an old, withered and slightly leaning oak. Lucas pushed the log aside, put down the matches, and looked at his wife. “In our village, people like to invent different stories ...“, - Lucas began to answer, but his wife Laurie immediately interrupted him. “It’s not fiction, it’s true!“, - she said in an indignant voice and added - “... and this is not a tree at all!“. Lucas shrugged, - “ is a legend“. I looked at them questioningly. “This is Elizabeth,“ - Laurie answered my silent question. I opened my eyes wide in even more surprise. “Are we talking about this dry tree now?“, - I asked. There was a slight pause before Lucas continued. “... As you know, many sailors liv