Either you love it or hate it, Thanksgiving, the season of giving thanks; true to it’s name I suppose, though it seems to be more of a celebration of gluttony than anything. The Holidays seem to be some of the more frustrating times for most and I can see why, people that you tend to avoid through out the year are forced into your bubble, well at least that rings true for me. I really am not a family person, or a friendly one for that matter, I like to be left alone, because of this I spend most of the year isolated off from society in my little cabin on the outskirts of town. I find living a lot more vibrant when it’s just me and nature, the birds that sing their sweet ballot in the mornings are my alarm clock while the crickets that conduct a masterful symphony each night are my lullaby. Life is just so much easier this way, I don’t have to worry about traffic, neighbors, or even time; that’s what I find so beautiful out here in the middle of nowhere; time seems to be irrelevant. I grew up in the big city and that’s all anybody ever talked about, time.
‘Did you get to work on time?’
‘Will you have enough time to finish?’
‘Don’t bother there is not enough time.’
Time, time, time, people in the city are obsessed with it and I was raised with the same mentality as everyone else. My mother bought me a wrist watch as early as I can remember; because she always needed me to be on time, though I did get to choose the design which was a ‘Spongebob Watch’ that I quite enjoyed; I even still have it tucked away in my jewelry box. Like everyone else I bowed to the malevolent force that is time and all I ever got out of it was a divorce and a early retirement. It wasn’t until my wife left me with the kids did I feel the need to leave, get away from the hell hole that was the big city and that’s when I found ‘her’ — nature. How beautiful she was, it was love at first sight and it was right there and then I decided that I was no longer going to live life on their rules but more specifically their time. I pulled all of my savings and bought this quaint cabin at least several miles from the closet interstate, I say cabin but I think most would consider it a shack, I don’t care to me it’s a castle, an enchanting gateway to another world. I do everything myself which includes fishing…