There's a gentle breeze touching my skin. It's coming from the mountains behind the rows of trees in the distance. There's some snow scattered on top of them.
There's a flock of wild deer running through the vast meadows below the hill I'm standing on top of. there's a big old tree spreading its many branches to create a large shadow beneath it. I'm standing in its shadow.
I know I have a little hut behind the hill somewhere. Where the fire is burning beneath a kettle with water inside. The wooden logs crackling gently.
Home.
