Its a very cool morning so there's a chill in the air. The room is dark except for the 6 small beams of light coming through the high, square windows. It smells of cedar. There are wall-to-wall bunk beds and giggling girls everywhere.
Its a beautiful Fall morning and the sun filters down through the multi-colored leaves. The Fall foliage is thick on the ground and it makes a lot of noise as I walk past the tall pines and thick elms.
The path is comfortably narrow but widens in spots. Its a very winding path but easily traveled. There are a few tree roots to step over, but they only make the path that much more interesting.
The path leads to a small dock that juts out onto a small river, not exactly swift but a nice, smooth current. The dock rocks lazily over the moving green water I find it soothing and cool to dip my feet in it.
I find a large, round canteen sitting on a rock. Its aluminum body is covered in a green sheath of canvas. Its cool to the touch and very inviting.
I see the sunlight bounce off the tarnished old skeleton key. Its large and heavy, as if the door it unlocks is very important. It has a beautiful handle of hand-crafted metal.