Surrounded by leaves and branches, lies a cabin. Hidden in a wild, remote area. The woods of Bonnerue, Houffalize.
Muddy tracks through deciduous trees lead us the way to the abandoned wooden shelter.
Staring through the windows, imagining a life inside. I visualize the kettle boiling, while I get the fire burning with the logs I had prepared earlier that day. A very relaxed and idealistic lifestyle which I could easily get used to.
Who has the honour of staying here, I’m curious. So I wait for the owner to come home, but no one arrives.
Fortunately though, because it makes me picture myself there and I feel home.