I was sitting on my porch enjoying the early evening air. The weather has provided us with a respite from heat and humidity. I could hear the birds singing and a slight breeze rustled the trees. Then, I heard a little sports car go by, it's engine whining protest and a thumping stereo. That is when I thought, I wish man didn't interrupt nature so much. That is just what we have been doing however, for many years. I was thinking I would like to live in the mountains away from all this racket. I got a mental image of a little log cabin, snow covered and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Ah, the wonderful silence, except for Facebook of course, I would need internet, after all I'm not a primitive ! Then I though of a cottage by the sea. The sounds of the gulls and the surf. Wouldn't that be a lovely thing. I could do with an escape from all the noise of man.
Yes there are times when all is quiet, I am an early riser, if you are up at sunrise you can hear the day wake up. When those first rays of light appear in the east I can hear the birds begin to stir. They always greet the morning. Soon after I will begin to hear the sounds of man. Cars in the distance and noise. Just noise.
It is nice to just go on these little flights of fantasy. In these scenarios all is quiet and idyllic. All of our needs are met. I'm sitting in a rocking chair on the porch or in front of a roaring fire. There are no bills,sickness or interruptions. The conversation is sparkling. Even storms are welcomed as adventure. The days pass by and we glide into old age. Never a struggle or a care. Letting nature take its' course uninterrupted. That is what I am talking about. Then the phone rings ! Well, back to the twenty first century.
I do think I could live in an isolated area. As long as I can have reasonable accommodations I could do that. I would want some electrical service. I would still want my computer and access to this web. I would miss that. I enjoy the company of people but could easily go for weeks without. I'm no survivalist and no great outdoors man. I can fish and could hunt if that was required. I'd rather just buy my meat at the store though, wild game doesn't hold a big appeal to me. The big appeal to me would be peace and quiet. That and a sense of freedom. Living in a remote area I am sure would give me that feeling. The ability to roam without walking through someones back yard or running into asphalt. Or maybe just to sing out load and know no one can hear. That is freedom. To live without a schedule. Ah, now that is a pleasant thought.
Yes there are times when all is quiet, I am an early riser, if you are up at sunrise you can hear the day wake up. When those first rays of light appear in the east I can hear the birds begin to stir. They always greet the morning. Soon after I will begin to hear the sounds of man. Cars in the distance and noise. Just noise.
It is nice to just go on these little flights of fantasy. In these scenarios all is quiet and idyllic. All of our needs are met. I'm sitting in a rocking chair on the porch or in front of a roaring fire. There are no bills,sickness or interruptions. The conversation is sparkling. Even storms are welcomed as adventure. The days pass by and we glide into old age. Never a struggle or a care. Letting nature take its' course uninterrupted. That is what I am talking about. Then the phone rings ! Well, back to the twenty first century.
I do think I could live in an isolated area. As long as I can have reasonable accommodations I could do that. I would want some electrical service. I would still want my computer and access to this web. I would miss that. I enjoy the company of people but could easily go for weeks without. I'm no survivalist and no great outdoors man. I can fish and could hunt if that was required. I'd rather just buy my meat at the store though, wild game doesn't hold a big appeal to me. The big appeal to me would be peace and quiet. That and a sense of freedom. Living in a remote area I am sure would give me that feeling. The ability to roam without walking through someones back yard or running into asphalt. Or maybe just to sing out load and know no one can hear. That is freedom. To live without a schedule. Ah, now that is a pleasant thought.
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