Dugouts in Kotlas. Part 2

I reached the very end, to the last dugout that was along the coastline along the Northern Dvina. And then he went back the same way. A bright moon came out and illuminated everything with yellow light, which made it not necessary to illuminate the cellars.

The moonlight not only transformed the picture, but also created an even more cozy atmosphere.

Mysticism was added to the sensations, anxiety was gone...but the feeling that I was visiting has not disappeared.

I suspect that there used to be potato beds next to the cellars.

Now there are empty spaces overgrown with grass and young trees.

Such places seem to exist in order to understand the difference in the atmosphere.

Why have such distant places from my homeland become more familiar, more pleasant and more comfortable than the place that was always nearby, which I already know?

Maybe it's some other frequency, a multiverse in which new places feel different... and Kotlas is on a different frequency to which I was once connected.

It turns out that there are many sub-frequencies among the dugouts that are not always perceived in the same way.

But what do they depend on? From latitude or time zone?

I drove with desire and interest, but I was ready to feel familiar feelings among such spaces.

I think I just couldn't give myself up completely and relax.

And that's why I wouldn't want to come here again.

I am glad that I have been here and am generally satisfied with the result.

But I want there to always be a complete immersion in the atmosphere of the place in all the earthen places.

It's as if these vegetable stores go beyond the framework of the matrix that I have studied and am studying around Vologda.

Okay, we need to explore another location...
to be continued...