Sometimes you need to get away and go fishing. In a different place, with family you haven’t seen in you can’t remember when.
We woke with the dawn, made tea and quietly got into the boat and left. The sky was red with smoke, forest fires burned close by. The lake was like glass, and it was all so peaceful. I can’t remember the last time I went fishing.
I caught a small trout and some small bottom feeders, nothing worth keeping. I visited with distant aunts and uncles and cousins. I read books, swam in the lake and took the drive to see towns I’ve never been in before. To my family I might have seen distant and quiet. I enjoyed myself, the feeling of not doing things because I “have to” but because I want to.
After this weekend I felt more energized for the first time in a long time. Sometimes it’s nice to not just think about, but actually live out lifestyle you imagine for yourself.
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. ~John Buchan”