Sanctuary

Deafening silence all around me. Unbroken only by the chirping of far off birds. And the gentle paddle strokes cutting through the water. This is where I can be who I really am. Free from judgment. Pressure. Responsibility. I close my eyes and lean back, breathing out all my trouble. Replacing it with the gentle breeze. This friendly river behind my home has always been my sanctuary. I drop anchor and cast my line. Waiting with calm anticipation for the first bite. This is a game we often play, the fish and I. A game of life and death; yet a hobby as well. Perhaps I am morbid for enjoying this, but the fact that I feel guilty is in itself a redeeming quality. For even as I take the life of this animal; I do not do so with an ambiance of superiority. Only deference. I come back from my travels; smelling of worms and fresh spring air. Without a catch, yet without remorse. For I am not a sore loser Though I have not won this game; I will always have more time. I will always have another chance to play.