The Great Outdoors
The Wadsworth Atheneum at night was Clara’s happy place. Even now, after weeks of visiting, it never failed to make her smile. As she approached the museum after sunset, notebook and pencil in hand, her eyes drifted to the twin turrets flanking the entrance, marvelling at how untouched by time they appeared. Two spotlights crept up the length of the Atheneum, illuminating the stone-coloured structure in all its glory. The streets were quiet, and the museum was quieter still. Yes, this was her happy place.