Autumn cabin

Its autumn and I look out the window of my rustic vacation home. The fresh breeze blows through the orange and red trees. My little cabin home is located a few miles away from a sleepy mountain town. I am close enough to a town for convenience but far enough away to enjoy nature and truly relax. My cabin was made with the same style in mind, it has modern comforts but has a rustic that blends with the surrounding forests. I have indoor plumbing, electricity, running water, coffee maker and Wi-Fi, everything a man could need. I got heating, but rarely use it, instead I use the woodstove, to give the place that nice wood smoke smell. Flannel shirt and a wood stove is really all I need, though its nice to know if that doesn’t cut it, I still have electric heat. Its funny now that I think about it, I’m in nature, enjoying it and I bring all these modern devices with me. Its like watching animals in the zoo, I like them, but I also like those bars that keep the majestic tiger from ripping me apart and feeding my entrails to its young. I guess camping with electricity and heating is sort of like that. Some might complain that if I’m going to enjoy nature I should fully enjoy it, sleep on the ground and cook with a fire and such. I tell them if they want to fully enjoy a lions they should let one chase them and see how much fun that is.

The coffee is done brewing and I scamper excitedly across the living area to the kitchenette. The cabin is noticeably smaller than any house, its more the size of one of my apartments from college. I bring comforts with me into the woods, but I’m hardly living in the forest with a mansion and a forty-two inch screen TV. So anyway back to the coffee. I pour myself a cup, a new breeze bursts in from my open window and I sigh. I’m enjoying this too much. If I enjoyed stupid little things like wind and coffee anymore, it would be illegal or at least fanatical. So I bring my beverage to the table and sit on the couch. I have everything set up, my laptop, pen, paper, coffee, cell phone (turned off) and a comfortable seat. I start to type away, hoping to capture the feeling of the season and the nearby town for an article I’m writing about travel. This cabin is perfect for work and vacation alike.

As I enjoy the comforts of the cabin and the relaxing sounds of nature, I am struck with writers block. I sit blissfully the world so peaceful, but a nagging feeling at the back of my mind as I struggle to write a two page article. I just hope that if I can think of something little, I might be able to pad the rest out. I pace around the couch for a few minutes and scratch my face as I think. I hope some fresh air might clear my head so I go out for a walk. Its early autumn and the trees are barely green and have mostly changed into orange, yellow and some red. I need to write about the area and about travel, but I can’t help but get swept away by the fall scene before me. Even if I tried to work in the city, the cool air would find me, besides then I would be distracted by the less pleasant city noises.

Then I get an idea and run inside. I immediately begin typing on my laptop. I work for hours without stop, just trying to get the blasted work written and done with. By the time I finish its dark and I go over what I wrote. I smile at how clever I am. Instead of really writing an article about traveling in this area, I wrote about how nice the autumn was while traveling in this area. It was almost what my editor wanted, but my using autumn, I was able to fill half of the article with autumn sounding words, like warm colors and cool breeze. I figured if I wrote about the fall and mentioned enough scenery and calming environments, people would enjoy it and I could get off without writing an actual short story…I mean article. Now I think I’ll treat myself to another cup of coffee and think about Halloween for a while.