The cozy cabin was brightly burned into my memory, and it was still alive in the truest sense of the word. A four-sided box protruded from the roof: the box claimed the existence of the cabin's chimney. The chimney meandered its way in the sky up and up. The wrinkled wallboards supporting the rosy red cottage were strong and spoke in a language of their own - creaking and moaning. It might be possible to have understood the language if you could learn to listen attentively to the ever persistent sounds coming from the boards. I would have likened the beautiful door to the pearly gates, yielding to no passing stranger. The inside looked of simple and honest apparel. The floor, dusty from the multifarious years, also talked of the same language as that of the wallboards. Though this time, it came not from the winds, but of numerous years of children gleefully romping on the honest boards. The floor would have reminded many of a dusty chalkboard seen in a classroom on a bright afternoon. On the floor a lone mahogany table and chairs stood its ground from countless festive meals. The table had been the originator of many dear memories. The fireplace sat resting against the wall. The mantel wasn't extravagant, but it was on the contrary - quite simple. There was soot that had built up and covered the grayish-black mantel. The mantel was made out of wood and brick as most fireplaces were back then. This fireplace was of the kind that you would just love to snatch a book and curl up and savor the book. During which, the whole time the fire slowly shimmered in the background of your mind. The cabin had a couple of old windows, if possible to even call them windows, as we know them today. Instead, they were mosaics - masterpieces to look through. Could you have looked through them you would have seen a wondrously distorted great wildlife emerging from the hills, or an amazing sunset looming over the horizon! The windows reminded me of a stained glass window in the beautiful cathedrals of times past. Though the windows weren't as clear as they are these days; you would have certainly rather had seen a sunset through a window such as these. The windows had their own genre of artwork. One window was on the east side, and the second window was opposite wall of the latter, on the west. Were you to be aroused from a comfortable deep sleep. You woke to a cabin filled with sunbeams streaming over your head. Likewise, if you had just been slipping into a slumber, you would see a similar set of sunbeams dancing just above you. The one room cabin had a homely and rather wonderful feel to it. Any visitor would, most assuredly and whole-heartedly, agree. Many people (now including yourself) have visited this wondrous cabin, though maybe . . . only in their mind.