In this short piece, the author reflects on solitude and writing. Two years after leaving his community, he finds himself to be always waiting, watching, searching. He sets out to tell a fishing story: when he was young, he was playing in the forest with his two brothers. He describes the beauty and freshness of the wind, the lake, having tea and bread and fat, catching trout. He knows at the end of the day he has to go home, “back to civilization”; and then to school. The author emphasizes the importance of these small moments and memories, as they open mind and heart.
