It's fairly dim, lit diffusely through a big picture window in one wall; it's not light yet outside. The air is cool and still and a bit stuffy; it feels worn-out, like it's been scrubbed by cleansers a lot. There's generic industrial-corporate hotel room type furnishings -- bed, desk/dresser, desk chair, nightstand, round table by window, two armchairs. Same kind of generic corporate painting on the wall above the bed. It's silent, very silent. Muffled and dry.
Deciduous forest, fairly young. Birch, elm, aspen, maybe oak; probably lindens. Or maybe others; I'm not very familiar with these kinds of trees, being a conifer kind of person. It's light, because most of the leaves are down -- it's late fall, maybe -- and the sunlight comes right through the branches, which are maybe 2/3 bare. It's fairly sparse forest, and the trees are all young, probably under 50 years -- but not a lot of saplings. There's not much undergrowth, either; some ferns, some skeletal shrubberies, that kind of thing. Pretty open and clear.
It's not marked by signs or railings or anything, but is pretty clearly visible on the forest floor, from the lack of undergrowth, the trodden compacted bare soil, and the way the leaves are kicked back from it by previous travelers. It's fairly narrow -- two people couldn't really comfortably walk alongside on it, except in spots away from trees, where there are small clearings. It's not graveled or metalled, just compacted soil, with roots sticking out here and there. There are some puddles in lower places, clogged with mud and dead leaves.
A stream, running from left to right and coming towards me slightly. It's maybe 5-7 meters across, and fairly shallow -- most of it looks to be about knee-deep. You can see the bed of stones through the water, which is flowing rapidly; it's very rocky, with a lot of turbulence and some 'whitewater' spots. A few larger rocks and smaller boulders poke up above the surface of the water, and the banks are also rocky. There's a slight gravel-sand beach below the bank. The stream is very noisy, with a great rushing sound much larger than it seems to warrant -- perhaps it's echoing off the hillsides. It's cold water; in winter the pools to the side probably freeze over.
It's a glass Coke bottle -- maybe not Coke specifically; there's no writing on it, but a soft drink bottle. It's empty, capless, and clean. It's the 250 ml size. The glass is scuffed up on the sides and corners, and it looks like it's been re-used several times.
Aluminum, long, with a small round head and large square cuts in the blade. A key to a mailbox, maybe? Or a locker, a bicycle rack, a garage door, that kind of thing. Not a usual house door lock, anyway.