Hot and stuffy. Dark and the walls are furry like a black bear. There are a few sprung sofas to sit on. They are damp.
Thin trees and the ground is dry. The ground is level. There are only saplings and some stumpy growth. Two or three large trees in the distance. Cooler forest ahead without so much sun. The ground has low hills and valleys in the forest up ahead.
There is no path here, my feet hurt from pushing through. The ground is level.
A large lake that has a small ripples, at one side the water breaks through, it is sharp and I can't see it for a while but the roar is frightening. Then it turns into a rushing stream with fish and is very lovely, crisp.
Wooden, cracked like it has been left in the water too long and when taken out it cracked as it dried.
Small, smooth warm iron key. It tastes of salt. It unlocks my heart.