InsaneJournal

374 - open dreams
[ Cabin in the woods ]

[ It's quiet out here. Not silent, but quiet. Peaceful is the word, perhaps, for the stillness that permeates every inch of the landscape. Wide stretched fields, deep dark woods with a heavy scent of pine and damp moss, the lingering sweetness of manure that follows along on the breeze. It's late summer, with the chirp of crickets and berries ripening in the outskirts of the woods.

You approach a cabin. It's small, two tiny rooms and a tinier kitchen, a rickety porch and a roof that may not survive another winter. Across the yard, an old barn that houses nothing but a rusted over tractor and a handful of chickens, happily cooing and roosting in the hay. This hasn't been a farm in a long time but someone is living here. Vegetables grow behind the house, a clothing line is stretched out between two gnarly old apple trees in the yard, the clothes still damp and smelling of soap. No electricity, no running water, if you need the bathroom you'll have to settle for the outhouse.

Care to explore? ]