The room is cold and from the excessively high bed mattress I can see the sun pouring in the Irish lace covered windows. It is a winter morning, I'm at my parents house who I rarely visit. It must be Christmas. The room has only the bed and a dresser. A simple and small guest room.
The Forest is dense with growth and has all different kinds of trees growing in it. Bushes large and small make traveling a straight line impossible. I spot a single redwood among the oaks and maples and other sorts of trees. The redwood it thick compared to the other trees but small a redwoods go. With all the plant life the lighting is scattered about the woods.
The path is visible but not very wide, it wanders about avoiding the large and small bushes. You have to duck under branches at times. It is perhaps just a deer trail.
I'm at the runoff point for a dam that is just upstream from where I stand. The water is moving quickly by me. It is white with foam from falling from the spillway. It is clear that it was once a natural stream that has been modified for man's use. The water looks OK but I wouldn't drink it if I were you.
It's an old Budweiser beer can that someone carelessly tossed out there car window and found it's way down to here.
It's a Stanley key so it probably goes to someone's home or garage. But, I don't see a house, or do I?