I used to have a cabin in the woods. It was a nice place where I used to enjoy the time I managed to get off work.
I used to sit on a bench outside and look at the trees and the birds sitting in them.
I like birds. They always look so peaceful, so free.
When I was there, at my cabin, I felt some of that freedom. It was a feeling that I have spent most of my life trying to find in other places, but I have been unable to.
I had to give up that cabin when I moved to another country for work.
I’ve always regretted that, selling that place, some days I will sit around and dream about sitting on that bench and watch the birds as they fly from tree to tree.
I loved that cabin more than I will ever know.
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Categories: flash fiction