I'm on Jeff's futon in his apartment. It is warm, and sun is coming through the windows. The coffee table and entertainment center are in front of me.

Tall old pine tress, spaced far apart, letting in a lot of light.

The path is wide, easy to walk upon, and lined with pine needles. Very clearly a well traveled road.

A creek, moving quickly along. Clear, so you can see the bottom, there are fish, tadpoles, and crawdads in it.

an old leather flask, with engraved silver accents

an old antique key, it looks like it's made out of cast iron, and has scrolls at the top