The landscape leads me through a picturesque scene, amidst the towering mountains, lush rainforest and rushing river gently nudged against moss covered trees; I begin walking home from a morning of flyfishing.
I got into a couple of nice trout, but the thrill of the tug, the electrifying zing that usually sent a rush of excitement through me, wasn’t quite the same today. Instead, there was a noticeable sense of loneliness that hung in the air, a familiar feeling most potent not in solitude, but in the impenetrable space between you and other. Continue Reading…
