A small cottage lay in the forest,

Surrounded by streams,

Enclosed between tall trees,

Chimney smokes,

Whistles heard,

Smell of food,

When wind blew across,

It would open the windows,

Bang the doors creating a loud noise,

Inside the cottage was a cozy fire place,

Where one could sit around,

An old couch with a center table and some old books lying around,

The cottage had some paintings,

The walls had some weathering,

A beautiful vase with fresh flowers gave an aroma away,

One could also smell a cauldron of fresh soup ready cooking away,

At one corner,

There was a wooden rocking chair and an old lady sat there,

She was knitting a sweater and humming a tune,

She got up and left the room,

Took her walking stick and went to her store room,

She used a key to unlock a box,

She opened it with excitement,

Out came an old diary which had her thoughts,

With a bookmark in the middle,

She lays her eyes on a picture of a young man,

Tears across her cheek for its her son that she never meets,

She closes the diary and leaves,

Resumes her normal day as it is….