Back The Cabin
Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. NDA
  4. ICU
  5. Magic; Lies
  6. Reunion; Observations
  7. Whisky & Women
  8. Whispers & Wine
  9. The Truth Will Out
  10. i love you, for the millionth time
  11. Part II
  12. 72 hours
  13. 7 days
  14. 14 days
  15. 18 days
  16. 21 days
  17. day unknown
  18. day unknown
  19. 30 days
  20. 33 days
  21. 90 days
  22. 120 days
  23. 210 days
  24. Part III
  25. Letters From The Dead, Part One
  26. Letters From the Dead, Part Two
  27. Resurrection
  28. Stars
  29. Coffee & Home Cooking
  30. Watercolors & John Denver
  31. One Little Thing At A Time
  32. Lie Just A Little Longer
  33. Kintsugi Heart
  34. Heart Work
  35. Too Right, Too Soon
  36. Learn me, Find You
  37. A Song Of Us
  38. The Art To Living
  39. A Note From Jasinda & Jack
  40. Sign Up!
  41. Also by Jasinda Wilder

I rinse my mouth, sip some. Shuffle outside. It’s just dawn, the sun peeking up red-orange over the top of the trees—all pines. Tall, green-boughed. The lake is glass-smooth, and the air smells like dawn, like dew and fresh sunlight.

Thank god, I brought my Brita pitcher, electric kettle, Chemex, coffee beans, and grinder. I set the Brita to trickling clean water for me, because well water makes shitty coffee, I can tell you. Plug in the burr grinder and grind some beans. Heat the water, and when it’s just off the boil, I slowly pour it over the grounds. Once it’s done, I pour myself a mug—I also brought my favorite mug, a hand-thrown piece Lisa made for me. Pottery was her passion and her profession, and part of what brought us together—making things by hand. That feeling of crafting something with your hands—there’s nothing like it.

For the first time in years, I sit and sip coffee and do…not a damn thing else. No cell phone—it’s off, in the glove box of my truck. No TV, no radio, no set to build. Just sit here and drink my coffee.

Off to my right a few hundred feet is another cabin—close enough to be considered neighbors, but far enough that you have privacy. Slightly larger than mine, but something in the craftsmanship I can see even from here says it was built by that same guy, Roger. Looks dark, to me. Either no one there, or no one is up yet. There’s a dock, as well. No boat at that one, but unlike mine, there’s an Adirondack chair at the end, and a little round table. Perfect for sitting and sipping something and watching the sunset; the cabins are at the south end of the lake and face north, so you’ll get the sunrise on the right and sunset on the left.

There’s no car visible at the other cabin, so I figure it’s empty for now. Whoever owns the rest of this property is not here. It’s natural to assume his wife would own it, but seeing as he gave this part to me, and a year after his death, I don’t like to hold on to that assumption. No matter, either way. I’m here for me.

I see no other cabins on the lake, just these two.