Ok…I know that’s more than a little cabin but it sure is pretty.

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As middle age has taken hold of me now I begin to look forward to retiring one day. Like many others this time leads me into new questions that in the years before I never thought about very much. Questions such as where will I live and will I still work at some level. I think I will always feel the need to work or at least stay busy and be somewhat productive. I think my writing will possibly fill that void. As to where I will live that’s still up in the air at this point.

Having been a fisherman since the age of two I think being near the water is a must. I think my dream retirement home would be a simple little cabin on a rural lake lot on a quiet little lake. What better place could a writer spend his days and be at peace with his world. Paddling my canoe would keep me fit and eating fresh fish would keep me strong.

Just imagine the stories that could be spun from such a place. The neighborhood squirrels could all be given names and their stories told. In fact all the woodland creatures could be given names and thrown into the mix as well. Hmm…sounds like a book in the making. Not only would the local animals be fun to write about and to watch but in my experience the people that live on the water are some of the nicest on earth. Lake people are laid back and relaxed…kinda like me.

I think I would have to have a fire pit outside my little lake cabin. Neighbors would be invited to come and visit in the evenings and play music and tell stories around the fire. The stars always seem to shine so brightly in places like this once you’ve escaped the glare from the cities and towns. And when we didn’t feel like playing music of our own the night would provide for us.

Up until now I think I have painted a pretty picture of where I would like to be in a few years, but the real magic in a place like this happens in the mornings. When the lake and the woodlands seems to wake up together. The water shimmers with life as the sun reaches down and warms her surface and the trees dripping with dew seem to stretch and take in a deep breath. Yes, this is mother nature at her finest and I can’t wait to join her.