Natural light can make anything softer. This cabin in Riske Creek had sideways floors and bottles on shelves leftover from another era. There were so many spiders that to kill one was a futile effort and energy was better served to just rig up a new internal system of co-habitating with insects. By the end of our time, the silent swarms of decaying flies on the windowsills didn't bring forth shudders. Leaving them was more a service to the next people who would stay because, really, touching a graveyard of death layered with dust helps one grow a little as a person.