My Cottage

As a child, I remember riding in the country with my folks, in the winter, in the woods among the pines and oaks. I recall a little cottage at a distance from the road, which I couldn't see too well, planned that way, on purpose, I suppose. In the winter in the twilight, with flurries of soft snow, it stirred my imagination and it intrigued me so. I'd press my nose against the window of the car as we'd drive by. I loved that little cottage then, though I had no idea why!