A Cabin in the Woods

As I re-acclimate to a quieter life from the whirl that was last week, I keep seeing our cabin in the woods. It's a tucked-away place but close to hiking trails and sand beaches. 

Seeing it empty, as I do every year in the final minutes of our stay, making the rounds to check that windows are locked and trash is emptied, I'm struck by how much people animate place.

The couch and tables, beds and chairs, even the perfect porch that spans the back, are nothing without the daughters and sons-in-law and grandchildren who animate them. So even though I'm missing the cabin, I'm missing the people more.