the rather bland room in which I awoke is rather cool; with a slight hint of a breeze. The old cracked walls are covered in a yellow light that seems rather warm despite the tempurature of the room. the practicaly bare floor has a simgle stool on which to sit. the stool itself is rather new in contrast to the apperence of the room.
The rich green forest of yester year has dimmed to a hollow vacant landscape; devoid of life yet there is that persistant glow of the same yellow light. the light is not warming as it would seem. the trees have all gone into winter stasis leaving this land seemingly baren.
The trail that i walk on is mudded and has been smeared into the landscape. There have not been many other travlers on this path. It seems to widen at points only to narrow every few feet leaving s sense of hopelesness yet prosperity all in the same. The few obstructions on the path can be easily be cleared with the use of a backhoe or other large machinery; or perhaps some small explosives.
The water flowing in the stream is tepid and wet; The yellow light eminating from all around seems to make the water glow with an odd blue green color. the sound of the water is southing and decivingly unplesant all at the same time.
The nasty coffe mug that I have just found is craced and encased in mud and slime. the liquid contained in the mug is warm and goes down smoothley: there is a picture on the mug of a smiley face that is barely visable the yellow face has turned almost white from years of wear
just as I thought i found the key to my car on the path (always loosing those things)the key it self is silver and has a standard ford moter design the jagged edges seem to be new dening years of use as a scraping tool and as a engine key.