Mennorode, Netherlands
I think Amber hates me.
So I've begun to notice a pattern these last few years. Whenever I seem to find a pair of amber sunglasses that I actually like, they leave me. The first time was at the Fishing lodge last summer when they leapt into the lake to escape my needy grasps, and more recently they just wandered out of my pocket never to return. I even backtracked every single footstep I made that morning and still I found nothing... Not a single hint towards ...