There was something enchanted about this time of year, especially in the forest. Sure, it was nippy out and sunshine was scarce, but she found a beacon of berries which had their own shine. She watched ever-reaching branches stretch for the grey skies. Nestled in their crevices where clusters of acorns, which the squirrels couldn't resist playing with. Little paws stretched for the draping berries. Ivy swirled around heavy trunks, as though tendrils were clambering to get a good view of the sun, right before it made an early departure again.
After strolling through the wilderness for some time, she relished in how at peace she felt in any natural setting; she could happily be around blousy blooms or a plethora of sturdy trees. The crunching of thin twigs underfoot came to a halt when she was faced with a small wooden house. It was more like a cubed cabin which stood in the clearing and it had no windows. It also didn't have a roof so the embers of daylight poured in. The wooden door featured a pine cone knob, where the scales began to move in an undulating formation.
Ah yes, she was familiar with this motion as she'd experienced nature inviting her closer before. Even so, she approached tentatively. After a deep breath, she twisted the handle. The door opened and before her were creamy white walls which juxtaposed the earthiness of outside. It felt like she'd stepped into a tiny gallery with no art on the walls, but a small table in the centre. A single bowl sat on the surface - was it lunch time? There was no other indication it might've been, except her rumbling stomach.
As she was about to leave the sparse space, she heard the strong swoosh of branches above her. Immediately, she shielded her head with her arms when the sound began to rain down. The weather had been clear; it was overcast but no rain. So why could she hear the gentle pitter-patter of precipitation? She opened her eyes, safe in seeing she could let her arms fall. The table now had a collection of twigs dancing in the centre. She watched in awe as ivy came flying through the open roof and ribboning itself around the wooden lengths
Holly leaves collided with the table and found their final place in snuggling with the ivy. The rain-resembling sound was each tiny component hitting the table and bouncing into the arrangement. The sound became that bit heavier when a collection of red berries sling-shot off the walls like multiple bouncing balls. They landed in the chest of the arrangement. The brambles and branches took form proudly. She marvelled in how the minutiae formed the entire woodland sculpture and how integral each piece was to the next.
She wanted a berry but she wasn't sure if she should have one. She remembered the last time she ate some questionable moss and the effects were way more than she'd bargained for. She noticed how the longest branch emerging from the structure began to glow at the tip. It was as if it had heard her. She felt compelled to retrieve the length from the mass and got the impression she had a magic wand at hand. A magnetic pull drew her towards the ruby berries. She touched one with the end and marvelled as it changed before her eyes.
It appeared to melt and on close inspection, looked almost like a tiny dollop of ketchup. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, she prised off a crunchy brown leaf and placed it on the table. She marvelled at how the wand turned it into a small, spongy bit of bread. Was she about to stack a bite-sized burger? Yes she was. The yellow holly leaves let out a rich aroma, which transformed into drippy cheese. The acorns switched to have a squidgy touch; they were definitely an equivalent to mushrooms. She prised off little flaps and placed them on top.
She then threw on some berries and magicked them into a tomatoey condiment. The ivy morphed into lettuce-like leaves and she stacked a final 'bread' piece on top. She picked it up and admired it as if it were art. It was the moment of truth. Utterly delicious. She munched to find she'd just got started on the moreish morsels. One was followed by another and the wand effortlessly kept creating. Her long forest walk had taken more out of her than she'd realised. Once she'd had her joyful fill of mini burgers, she sighed with a calm satisfaction.
She placed the spindly wand back on the table and stepped back. All the remaining elements began to reverberate and dart around the room again. No fear was felt this time; everything was returning back to the earth. The branches swirled out of the roof and she laughed as the leaves flew around her body, before shooting into the sky. She watched and gave thanks for being provided with the strength to carry on. Also, was it dessert time? She smiled to herself and opened the door. It was time for the next part of her journey.