Late summer evenings in the forest often bring a kind of quiet magic. The air cools, the light softens, and sometimes — if you’re lucky — a veil of mist drifts between the trees. That was the scene before me when I came across this patch of blooming heather 🌸. Bathed in a golden sunset glow, with fog rising from the forest floor, the landscape felt almost otherworldly — the kind of moment you can’t plan, only stumble upon.