The room was warm and inviting, with a stone fireplace and natural wood beamed ceiling. One wall was completely glass overlooking the vast ocean.

The tall oak trees were set ablaze with colors, red, orange, gold and green as the sun filtered thru them. It was a crisp clear bright autumn day.

The path was open and easily accessible thru the trees, and many travelers had visited there before me.

The path ends abruptly at a very sheer clift overlooking a rushing waterfall over rocks which flows down to a clear, deep running stream, full of freshwater fish.

It is a marriage vase with two handles, one on each side, made out of clay and hand painted with symbols.

It is a brass skeleten key that unlocks the door to the house in my dreams.