The room is warm; It is filled with fragrant flowers, cozy blankets and big pillows.

The forest is getting dark. The sun has faded behind a mountain to the west.An owl can be heard hooting and the wind is gently blowing. There are Firs, Lodge pole and Spruce trees.

The path leads towards the mountain to the west. It opens into a meadow. It is easy to follow. Narrow, with deep grooves from many footprints. The moon now lights the path making it visible.

Water can be heard from a great distance, it sounds like clay bells clanking in the wind. The water is moving rapidly, but with grace. It is a brook. Calming.

It is a tin cup, shiny and cold to the touch.

It looks like a house key. Maybe it opens a cabin.