The Shack

The north had beckoned for some time. The winter had been encroaching, snapping at our tails as we headed up the country. The arrival in the desert, its warmth bringing a new found energy to our lives.

The house and its surroundings provided us with the comfort and shelter we had craved. We stared at the stars as the fire slowly died, glancing tiredly at each other over the embers.

The three months had drawn to a close. We curled up in bed and slept the deepest of sleeps.