Warm, sunny and green carpeting, old, large room in an old grand house. It is upstairs and wooden banisters led up to it. Large windows and an old woman in a walker is in front of me.
It is dark, yet I know that there is an opening to civilization just behind me. I see large towering trees and a dirt pathway. It is summer and the grass below is green.
The path is narrow and dirt, winding somewhat, not well traveled, not marked well and not overly visible, yet easy to navigate if taken care to keep on it.
It is a river that is flowing nicely, sunny out and a gentle breeze, birds flying in the air and I am standing on the coast watching the waves come in in perfect time. The water is blue/white and a gentle spray of mist.
It is a used togo cup that is plastic, the big gulp. It is red and somewhat weathered. It has some wording on it still and it is dirty, usable, yet I wouldn't want to take it with me.
An old skeleton key that is still in good condition, but a little worn, shiny still.