The hand-hewn cabin sits low, nestled in tall white pines. Smoke curls up from the chimney before dissipating into the crisp autumn air. The ground is a bed of moss & pine needles, dotted with slate stepping stones laid from a previous generation. On the porch hangs a wide swing, carrying a faded family quilt & a book facedown, halfway read. The calm haven of the woods is familiar & safe, never changing.