I’m up at the family cottage. Its been years since I’ve been here, but the rudimentary ebb and flow of life up here, how time passes, reminds me of my childhood.
Its 5am, and I’ve already been up for an hour, excitedly drinking in the forest around me. Birds chirp, the sky has been lightening for over half an hour now, a new day is filling my ears.
I realize that I am alert, awake, and listening to the planet creating a new day, and there is a number of things missing. Not in a bad way, but there is a stillness that I haven’t felt in a long, long time.
No whirr of desktop computer fans, no sound of trucks going by my window. No car alarms, no smell of exhaust coming in my window.
But its the lack of social connectivity that really strikes me. I don’t get any cellular coverage up here, and its delicious. No notifications from my plethora of devices, no beeps, no chimes, no buzzes. I am not constantly reminded that my attention is required from this small box on my nightstand, and I am part of this world, rather than dragged along with the artificial pace of the urban life.
I know that its part of who I am, what I do, and where I live. But for now its nice to disconnect. And in turn, reconnect.