Lodge Cabin

“The old man dragged his logs for a mile. He carried them to a nice spot in the woods. Like a baker, he put all of his ingredients into a giant bowl and stirred for three years. When the three years were up, he poured the ingredients onto the land and there stood a thing that was not unlike the rest of the forest. All of the hard work he put into it was seen in the mossy roof, the stone chimney, the cedar shingles. A raven landed on the roof and taught him a new language. This language started with learning the seventeen hundred different shades of pine, and the four thousand textures of bark. It was the language of cabin.”