The room is large and light from two east facing windows bathes the room in warm golden light. The table is old and well used but solid. On one edge someone has carved a name, a womans name, Emily. In the middle of the table is a small silver frame with a womans picture, could this be Emily? Cool morning air comes in through the partly open door, with it comes the scent of wild flowers. On the bed plain white sheets and a patchwork quilt lie in a heap and the pillow is on the floor. Under one window and close to the bed is a night stand with a reading lamp and overflowing ashtray. On the window sill sit a still steaming cup of coffee and a pair of reading glasses. The walls of the room are a dark wooden paneling, it looks like walnut. Pictures of Native Americans adorn the walls and speak of a time when life was simple, a time that has been lost forever!
It is an old forest filled with mature pine and hemlock. here and there a small clearing filled with flowers. only in these clearings is there light enough for them to grow. Although the sun is high the forest is dim and earthy smelling.
The path is well worn as if used by many and wide enough so two can walk together. Tracks in the damp earth show that not only man has walked here lately. As the path wanders between the trees the only sound is the wind in the trees. On the wind is the smell of rain.
It is a river, a sluggish current hides the deep clear water. Fish rise to the surface to feast on the latest hatch and quickly dart back to the safty of cover. The river bank is steep except for the game trails where woodland creatures come to drink.
On a flat rock near the water is a large cup. the cup looks old but solid, made of clay I think. On the bottom are the letters "E.R.". There is no handle, but the rough surface makes it easy to hold.
A key glints in the sunlight. It is old and worn but shows no tarnish. Hooked to the key is a leather strap with a hole in the end. The key looks like it may go to a small drawer or chest or maybe a jewelry box.