The Cabin Effect

The sound of my dog happily crunching through his kibble brought me back to breakfast. We'd stocked up the fridge and pantry in expectation of possibly being snowed in for a few days. I could still hear a soft snore coming from the bed up in the loft. A lot of things in the cabin were that way. Old enough, off-centerEnough to be charming and familiar and used without fear of damage.