Nestled where whispering pines meet the river’s gentle murmur, our small wooden house takes shape. Sunlight dapples through the canopy, warming the fragrant cedar planks as we notch logs and hammer hand-split shingles. The river offers a cool breeze and the constant, soothing rhythm of flowing water, while squirrels chatter overhead. Each beam laid feels like stitching ourselves into the landscape, a quiet promise of shelter and solitude. The forest floor, carpeted with moss and pine needles, accepts our humble footprint, welcoming this simple haven built slowly, lovingly, just steps from the water’s edge.
