The crackling of the fire resonated through the forest’s morning breeze. Ash and smoke drifted out of the front door, leaving a scent of smokiness and charred wood, while the white flames flickered amongst the orange blaze.

The trees humming moved through. A sweet, earthy aroma coated the inside of the hut. Steam blew into my face and oil hissed and spit at me as I threw the marrows up into the air and back into the pan.

I rolled out of bed and stepped towards the kettle, ‘I wished the birds would stop singing.’  My fists clenched from all that twittering. I tightened my grip on the coffee cup and yelled, "Stop being so bloody cheery!" I slammed the front door.

Squirrels scuttled across the roof and the forest whistled along to the snapping fire wood. I hung my legs out of the door and warmed up my hands around a hot morning beverage.

My skin tingled from the fluoresce sun that belted directly onto my face, a lingering burnt odour drifted into the room. I arched over the piano and placed my finger on a key, it played out a low mellow tune.

As the sun rose, birds began to sing in unison. I got out of bed, stretched, and looked out the window to see the warm light descending over the mountain. The surrounding grass was still covered in dew. The entire forest was gleaming.

The map shook along with the engine, “can you please turn the engine off?” I stared through the dusty windscreen. He reached for the key and the vibrations stopped.

Powdered hazelnut and pinecones drifted in the air. Giggling to myself, I reached towards the windscreen and drew a smiley face on the drivers side, I just made out crossed arms and a head flopped backwards, fast asleep.

As the boat leisurely floated down the river the cold slimy water push past my hand, bits of moss caught in-between my fingers. The trees were motionless. Tiny fish circled around the boat.

Trout bounced out of the lake, causing concentric rings to puff out, catching swarms of flies that buzzed about.

I tried to retain as much warmth as I could in my sleeping bag but the breeze managed to sneak its way into every corner of the bag and the tent.

Faint creaking consistently chimed outside. I watched as the top of the tent slowly shivered and fell. The cold draft evaporated from the sleeping bag and my body finally started to warm up, I planted my hands on my face and snickered.