Walking to the cabin

I jogged through the forest to a cabin . . .

WALT describe

It was a bright sunny day and I was jogging through the trees on the forest path towards the clearing. It was Autumn so the leaves were all different shades from orange to brown, yellow to red. When I reached the clearing, I stared all around. The clearing was covered with leaves of all the same shades which were most likely from the trees that circled around the clearing. In the middle, a cascade of lights shone down on the thick, rich soil and the large elegant iron cabin standing before me. The roof of corrugated iron was very shiny and the rest of the cabin was also very sleek and elegant, yet it still seemed to completely blend in with it’s surroundings.

The cabin was also really close to the sea, so through the trees I could just glimpse the sparkling sea traveling up shore, running through the shimmery golden sand trying to reach the luscious green grass that grew around the beach and into the clearing sprouting out of the ground and reaching for the sun. I bounded up the front stairs, there was four all together and none of them creaked at all! I opened the front door. . .