It is a stark room, walls painted a faded yellow, it is warm because the morning sun is coming through in an uncomfortable way, I need to leave.
It is a dense, rich inviting forest. The sun filters through in rays. It is inviting and satisfying.
The path is soft with fallen leaves. Clearly marked and visible, but not well travelled. It turns slightly to the left and invites me to explore.
It is a river, too wide to wade. It is uncomfortable, a bit too wild and primitive, but it is pretty. I feel I may have to turn back as I am not prepared with supplies to continue on.
It is a jogger's water bottle. I am thirsty but do not dare to drink out of someone else's bottle.
It is shiny. It has not been there long. It is a house key. Someone must be upset that they have lost it.