The room is warm and there are a lot of windows. The light streaming in from the windows is warm and yellow. The rooms has a burgandy colored rug and a big, over-stuffed couch, which is brown. There are brighlty colored paintings on the wall, and a grey cat lounges on the sofa.
The forest is very green with dense pine trees, but the branches are thick and so not much light comes through the trees. There is hardly any undgergrowth, and thus the forest floor is dry and covered only with fallen pine needles. The air is moist and there is a light mist hanging over everything.
The path that I'm travelling is clear of obstructions but is not very visible -- it's like an old, forgotten biking trail--it meanders a bit, but has not been trodden for quite some time.
It's a forest stream, with clear, cold water, that splashes over rocks and cascades into a small pool before continuing its trek through the forest. The water is so clean, you can see fish swimming in it.
It's trahs: an old, rusted soda pop can that someone rudely discarded there.
They key is old, brass skeleton key--that I imagine unlocks a very old lock, probably a room inside of an old house.