"Cabin in the Woods"
Up from the mountains rose the shimmering sun, day was born once more. Rays of gold and red burst from their hiding spot behind the trees. Fog started lifting slowly off the lake, giving all a mysterious look.
The leaves on the trees shone crimson, gold and orange as they waved their hello to the morning. Birds chirp a greeting to the sun, the lake and to each other as they gaily winged their way to find some food. Off in the distance billows of campfire smoke added a hazy look to the bright blue of the morning sky.
The sound of bacon spitting and crackling, as it is tossed about in the pan, can be heard. Faintly, there is the smell of fresh perked coffe, the tasted hot and satisfying.
The air is chilled a bit still from the long drawn out cold of night which adds a feeling of loneliness to all who are already awake.
There are a table and some chairs glistening from the frost that still clings to them. The wind is slowly dying down, which makes the air even more quiet and chilled.
There is a feeling about mystery about the woods, everything seems to be waiting and watching, looking towards the camp as if anticipating a change of quietness there. As the leaves slowly drift from the trees down to the ground a soft, slow crackling sound can be heard coming from somewhere in the camp.
We can see four people not yet fully awake ambling off in different direcdtions.They return and sit down on the still chilled table and chairs. The soft chattering of these people and every once in a while a chuckle or a giggle that breaks the silence.
There is a movement from a tree off to the right from the table. A small squirrel , reddish brown in color, is jumping and skipping gaily from branch to branch as he hungrily searches for something to eat.
All heads turn to watch, once more there is laughter and talking coming from the table.
Two people get up from the icy blue table and slowly, if not carelessly, stride towards the now shining building. The roof and walls, still shimmering form the icy frost, look somewhat cozy and warm. There is a tall tree standing very close to the building adding a bright and very warm atmosphere to the already warm day.
The two disappear whitin the soft gray of the interior to begin a hard, long but happy day of work.
As we looked back at the now smoldering fire the other two are cleanig up the last remnants of their filling, tasty breakfast. They srtide towards the warm building which now seems to be smiling with pride.
Its grayish walls somewhat pieced together somehow seem beautiful rustic set against a background of gold and crimson leaves and the blue of the sky peeping through. Inside we see a kitchen not yet finished but still quiete friendly with a lived-in quality about it.
The kitchen floor, brown and gold patterns set against a white background, is linoleum that has been chosen to contrast the one wall of paneling that is tacked up. The kitchen seems somewhat warmer, because of the two medium-sized windows that add the note of cheer to the unfinished walls. The windows are sooty and frosty and hardly transparent but still, in the afternoon sun, the lake can be seen - a bright sparkling mirrow that shows images around its edges.
There is a huge picture window that tries to the frame both the beauty of the bright outside with the warmth of the shady inside, but only creates a bond between the two.
The two upright rough wooden beams seem to create a barrier between both the kitchen and the living room but only serve to make the two become one room. The beams also support rough wooden stairs, one set on each side of the room, that makes it possible to travel between the rooms.
Set into the floor at the far end of the building is a bed of rough circular rocks that will in a future date serve as the base for the rock covered fireplace. It already gives a soft feeling of warmth to the atmosphere.
Rays of crimson, orange and gold flicker as if waving a warm farewell to the already calm, sleeping lake. The rays also peek and pop in and out of the now sun-warmed soft leaves as if saying good night to an older familiar friend.
The sun finally sinks out of sight in a burst of reds, oranges, yellows, and gold that reflects on the opposite hillsides. Then it turns into a soft light shade of pink and tapers off to a soft gray and finally to warm soft black.
The air is cold and quiet now, not a sound is heard, as once more night has fallen over the now sleeping camp. All is once more as it should be, awating tomorrows mystery.