I’m amazed to find the inability to create something worth reading, even in an environment like this. Sadly, I can’t even calm down and focus enough to man a single fishing rod.
My truck sits parked in the lot a short ways up a hill along a dirt path and along the winded road. I sit at the base of that dirt path with a fishing pole and a laptop complaining to myself about the difficulty of my life while I snap a few photos to make myself feel better.
The inability to enjoy natures beautiful gifts as they surround me is shameful. Even more shameful is the fact this realization will change absolutely nothing.