Early one morning
One Early Morning
I awoke slowly to the sound of birds chirping in the distance, the soft rustling of trees as they swayed in the morning breeze and the soft sound of waves as they gently lapped on the lake shore. This was Mother Nature at her best and I suddenly realized that my life couldn’t possibly get any better than this. Every year in June, I come to Lake Tomahawk to fish, swim and relax. To me, Lake Tomahawk is my home away from home, my paradise here on earth. Forgotten are my monthly datelines, sales targets and overbearing boss. Forgotten is my monthly ritual of paying my credit cards and rental. Forgotten is my life before Lake Tomahawk. My annual retreat to Lake Tomahawk relaxes me both mentally and physically. I have been coming here faithfully for the last 20 summers. I usually spend around 10 days here, 10 glorious days of doing nothing except basking in the sun, fishing, and sleeping. Every year I arrive here feeling utterly depleted and disgusted with life in general. City living, survival in the corporate world and staying one step ahead of the bill collector had all but exhausted me, both mentally and physically. The clean, clear, pristine waters of Lake Tomahawk have the miraculous ability to wash away whatever ails me, body and soul. At the end of my vacation here, I leave with a happy heart. I leave Lake Tomahawk a rejuvenated man, rejuvenated mind, body and soul. I feel young again and ready and eager to take on whatever challengers or obstacles life may decide to throw at me.
I rubbed my eyes to wipe away the last of my sleep. I stretched myself like a cat and I satisfied my urge to release an enormous yawn. I briefly glanced at my wrist watch. It said seven thirty. I used my hand to open the flap of my tent a little. Immediately, the bright sunshine of the early morning came rushing into my tent. I quickly used my other hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight. Once my eyes had adjusted to the morning sunlight, I peeped out again. My
I awoke slowly to the sound of birds chirping in the distance, the soft rustling of trees as they swayed in the morning breeze and the soft sound of waves as they gently lapped on the lake shore. This was Mother Nature at her best and I suddenly realized that my life couldn’t possibly get any better than this. Every year in June, I come to Lake Tomahawk to fish, swim and relax. To me, Lake Tomahawk is my home away from home, my paradise here on earth. Forgotten are my monthly datelines, sales targets and overbearing boss. Forgotten is my monthly ritual of paying my credit cards and rental. Forgotten is my life before Lake Tomahawk. My annual retreat to Lake Tomahawk relaxes me both mentally and physically. I have been coming here faithfully for the last 20 summers. I usually spend around 10 days here, 10 glorious days of doing nothing except basking in the sun, fishing, and sleeping. Every year I arrive here feeling utterly depleted and disgusted with life in general. City living, survival in the corporate world and staying one step ahead of the bill collector had all but exhausted me, both mentally and physically. The clean, clear, pristine waters of Lake Tomahawk have the miraculous ability to wash away whatever ails me, body and soul. At the end of my vacation here, I leave with a happy heart. I leave Lake Tomahawk a rejuvenated man, rejuvenated mind, body and soul. I feel young again and ready and eager to take on whatever challengers or obstacles life may decide to throw at me.
I rubbed my eyes to wipe away the last of my sleep. I stretched myself like a cat and I satisfied my urge to release an enormous yawn. I briefly glanced at my wrist watch. It said seven thirty. I used my hand to open the flap of my tent a little. Immediately, the bright sunshine of the early morning came rushing into my tent. I quickly used my other hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight. Once my eyes had adjusted to the morning sunlight, I peeped out again. My