by Robert Fischer
Many of us, no doubt, are exhausted from keeping up with the recent election. Still, we are caught up in the aftermath as the president’s intransigence drags on like a bad dream. For my part, I have been seeking a respite from the uncertainty and absurdity by taking long walks in the woods with the dogs.
The fall season here is winding down as the leaves continue to fall with greater frequency and the temperatures edge lower in the mornings. Recently the days have been especially beautiful with warm afternoons and plenty of sun. The smell in the woods is euphoric and the stillness relaxing. Together they remind me that life is wonderful and worthwhile despite its trials and tribulations.
I do think about how fortunate I am to be here in this wooded hideaway. Of course, I have gotten “cabin fever” as most have during the relative confinement brought on by the pandemic, but I have plenty of room to move about and be outside. It is much worse for those in the cities. This thought got me to thinking about the relative merits of urban vs. the rural life. I have always enjoyed city life and miss going out to my favorite restaurants and watering holes. Here my routine usually included a trip to Dahlonega once or twice a week for dinner or a pint at the local gathering spot. I especially miss the rich choice of restaurants on St. Simons. Without these opportunities it occurred to me that urban life is dependent on going out among people for happiness and enjoyment. In the country we live closer to the weather and the seasons and take our pleasure in the natural world. One seems almost fictional and the other reality.
I guess, maybe, I have too much time to think about things. For now though, I am taking a break from the tumult of the bigger world out there.