The Cabin in the Woods
Dear You,
As the speed limits on the roads slow and the curves get sharper the trees grow taller. If you just gaze past all the white bark that looks like it's naturally peeling off the trunks you notice all the branches are so high up that it feels like you can see through the maze of trees for miles. I can see how big your smile is in the slight reflection of the window, feeling so free out here. The Cabin is tucked away down a long driveway off a gravel road. Behind leads to a beautiful cliffside that overlooks Lake Superior; some might say the danger of falling intensifies the beauty. A campfire and wooden swing chair sat near the cliff's edge where we sat and dreamed with our eyes in the clouds.
As the days passed we spent our time believing that we were people of the forest. We fished, hiked, walked in the stream with our bare feet. We were fearless in our youth, full of life and adventure. Everything smelled of dirt and smoke but, not the bad smoke, the smoke that follows you home after you spend a night outside with your favorite people laughing and cooking s'mores. The evenings consisted of terrible wine, campfires and amazing books. After enough wine the books grew dull and we'd get lost telling stories of our childhoods. Time flew by and seemed to stand still all at once. It was incredible.
The air was so fresh that every time I held you close I could smell you, really smell you. I could smell the shampoo you'd used that morning mixed with the tiny dabs of perfume that I knew you dotted to your neck and wrists. I could smell the mixture of laundry detergent from your outfit you'd picked out for that day and the burnt wood off the coat you'd worn the day before. And underneath all that I could smell you. You know, that smell when you come home to your mom and dad or the smell of your pillow. Those unique smells that people or places have. I could smell you.
On our last day at The Cabin we spent the afternoon lying together in the hammock just near the cliffside. The wind blew your brown curls back and forth tickling my face with each gust. It was a chilly breeze off the lake but, we kept warm with each other. You had your hands held together, I assumed, because they were cold so I wrapped my hands around yours. You picked them up and gently kissed the back of my hand before setting it them back down. I'd never felt more like I was exactly where I wanted to be in the world, in life, than in this moment here with you.
With all my love,
X
As the speed limits on the roads slow and the curves get sharper the trees grow taller. If you just gaze past all the white bark that looks like it's naturally peeling off the trunks you notice all the branches are so high up that it feels like you can see through the maze of trees for miles. I can see how big your smile is in the slight reflection of the window, feeling so free out here. The Cabin is tucked away down a long driveway off a gravel road. Behind leads to a beautiful cliffside that overlooks Lake Superior; some might say the danger of falling intensifies the beauty. A campfire and wooden swing chair sat near the cliff's edge where we sat and dreamed with our eyes in the clouds.
As the days passed we spent our time believing that we were people of the forest. We fished, hiked, walked in the stream with our bare feet. We were fearless in our youth, full of life and adventure. Everything smelled of dirt and smoke but, not the bad smoke, the smoke that follows you home after you spend a night outside with your favorite people laughing and cooking s'mores. The evenings consisted of terrible wine, campfires and amazing books. After enough wine the books grew dull and we'd get lost telling stories of our childhoods. Time flew by and seemed to stand still all at once. It was incredible.
The air was so fresh that every time I held you close I could smell you, really smell you. I could smell the shampoo you'd used that morning mixed with the tiny dabs of perfume that I knew you dotted to your neck and wrists. I could smell the mixture of laundry detergent from your outfit you'd picked out for that day and the burnt wood off the coat you'd worn the day before. And underneath all that I could smell you. You know, that smell when you come home to your mom and dad or the smell of your pillow. Those unique smells that people or places have. I could smell you.
On our last day at The Cabin we spent the afternoon lying together in the hammock just near the cliffside. The wind blew your brown curls back and forth tickling my face with each gust. It was a chilly breeze off the lake but, we kept warm with each other. You had your hands held together, I assumed, because they were cold so I wrapped my hands around yours. You picked them up and gently kissed the back of my hand before setting it them back down. I'd never felt more like I was exactly where I wanted to be in the world, in life, than in this moment here with you.
With all my love,
X
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