An Embraced House

Me and my family are walking on a street on the absolute end of town in a time when winter is starting, snow is appearing and there are first lights in people's houses. I am looking to my left at a two-floor wooden house with a small garden, and they are situated bellow the road, surrounded by pinetrees - that makes the house very safe and embraced. The grass is beige and dry, calm. There is a birch with yellow leaves still on. I feel a temptation to step into the garden, because there is no fence. And I know they are baking ginger cookies inside.