So here we are. We left the city and this is what we were looking forward to. Our stay in the Laurentians. A stretched out area in southern Quebec. The cabin we can call our home for the upcoming month is standing tall and proud at the top of its hill. A warm, wooden nest. We boil water for thee, grind coffee beans, play board games, drink some beers and enjoy our first meal in our cozy home.
The first days are filled with rain, which gives us the opportunity to rejoice. To get lost in our books and stand still with things we otherwise wouldn’t have the time for. The busier our days at home become, the more we seem to drain from this finite source we call time. Time, for the first time we have heaps of it. Nothing should.
After two days of rain, the sun wrestles itself through the clouds, only for a couple of hours. We go into the woods. The rain did nature well. The brown and red leaves are slowly making place for new green ones. The last bits of snow are fighting their final battle before summer sets in. In front of us nothing but forest.
The endless path meanders from left to right, up and down, under and across trees, over hills and alongside rivers. You could wander for days, without encountering any human being. We are surrounded by nothing but silence. I can’t even remember a silence like this. Just before the rain starts pouring we’re back in the cabin.
As I’m gazing at the lake, it suddenly dawns on me. The feeling of freedom is one that isn’t easily found. If you look for it ……… The sound of the rain is relaxing. I feel like I’m at Thoreau’s Walden pond, but a version that has Netflix and a four wheel drive right in front.