An expansive window looking out on white pine, frozen water and the lights from a house on the island across the way....the smell of coffee brewing and wood burning...time to play a game, read a novel...a place to breathe, to nap and to eat and BE slower.
Yup, that's the cabin. Have you ever noticed that when someone says "I'm going up to the cabin" or "My grandparents used to have a cabin there!" they have a buoyancy in their voice, a glassy smile on their face?
That's because the cabin is not just a cabin. It is a place of refuge.
This week I had the chance to talk with author and architect Dale Mulfinger. If you didn't get a chance to hear it, check the archive!
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