This is my old bedroom. It's small, there are shelves over every wall. The walls are white. There's a bed on the corner, and a desk next to it. Some posters on the wall.
The trees are mostly pines, quite tall. It's a little cold and windy, but comfortable. It's bright, around mid-afternoon. The sky is a bit gray and the air moist. Some fog is visible.
Clearly marked path, wide and easy to navigate. It's almost a road.
It's a small stream of water, probably from melted ice at the top of the nearby mountain. The water is clear, fresh and clean. Refreshing.
It's a canteen, made of aluminum and plastic, with some fur on the sides. It has a shoulder band to carry it around. It looks clean, and is empty.
Small key, brass. Looks like a normal key for an urban apartment door. I think it unlocks the front door of a house.