The two-lane highway was dark with huge thick lines of trees on all sides. The moonlit sky is the only light around. As I turn off the pavement, I enter upon a small dirt road with only two sand tire tracks and a grassy knoll in the middle. A tunnel of trees surrounds you. All you see is black and all you hear are the animals in the woods. As you drive down the trees start spreading and the moonlight seeps rays of light through the trees. The forest ends and mother- nature surrounds you. Rolling hills of grass, woods in the back and country is all around. Finally you arrive up to a wooden two- story house, with a huge maple tree in front with three wooden swings blowing in the wind. To your right is the two- story barn with the cornfields behind it. Taking the first step out of the car is always breath taking. The cold wind swirls all around you. You are breathing country fresh air, smelling the sweat smell of a burning fire, hearing howls in the !.
night air and this is what tells me I am home.
No matter what time of year it be this is where I reside. During the beautiful autumn nights is when I would have to say is my favorite. All the forests look as if a huge blanket lies on the top of them with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. The ground is getting colder and the birds are all flying in their flock down south. As you are walking through the hills you hear and feel the dead leaves crumbling under your feet. As it gets later on in the day you can smell the home cooking coming from the cabin. As your looking towards the cabin you see a bright orange ball slowly lower down the horizon. As it touches the tree line you have about 5 seconds to admire its beauty until it is completely gone. Walking up towards the cabin laughter is heard as the family gathers around the blazing bonfire. The fire warms you as the wind blows against your body. The fire flows in the wind and the night cries out.