The air is crisp, a misty shroud of fog hovering over the ground and the path to the front door is faint, sunset is soon and winter darkness is upon us though the smell of burning firewood and the dim lighting emanating from the house brings warmth and comfort. A storm has just passed and lighting and thunder can be seen and heard in the far distance. The dwelling, build decades ago and from natural materials is secluded and private, surrounded by nature and beauty yet only a short trip into the city by rail or highway. A small creek that runs year round passes nearby and the sound of trickling water can be heard over the evening calm. Two deer are grazing alongside the path. Outbuildings dot the property serving as the garage and toy storage areas and an art studio for creative urges. The smallest building has been converted to a love shack for friends visiting. The lot extends deep into the forest and up slope to a small hill that provides a view above the trees of the surrounding landscape.
A cabin perhaps, or cottage standing two stories amongst the aspen trees yellow and orange, dark shadows looming behind as twilight turns to night. The door opens and releases a burst of fire warmed air and triggering a bone deep chill. Soft lighting, candle like fills the bottom floor. The space is open, wood floor, fireplace in the far corner, cast iron cookware hanging above the island in the kitchen, staircase with rustic banisters heading up into the dark loft bedroom, windows on each wall offer 360 degree view and no neighbors within sight. Tasteful art, occasionally rustic art decorates the walls and tells much of the inhabitant(s) and what is special or truly important. Native American and nautical totems, crafts and coverings are the theme. Shoes are not allowed indoors. Clothing is optional.
The kitchen, a place where much time and effort will be spent, is roomy with abundant counter space and a walk in pantry. The counters are woodblock and the stove, a classic old cast iron beast with six burners that spits fire. The oven is large, to accommodate many cookie sheets at once and the inhabitants do enjoy each other's time and sharing the meal prep/cleanup duties together. A small step stool is ready for her to use to reach those higher items and, when needed, elevate her so she can be bent over the counter and ravaged from behind as she loves so much. There are few appliances to rely upon and a sense of minimalism can be detected. Across the counters the implements of cooking are stored ready for use, knife set, spoons, spatulas, whisks, and a cooking apron that is to be worn with no other garments.
