I got to go down to the fishing hole. First time this year I've been back. "Why" is a harder question.
I have been disconnected lately, tasked to solve problems and forge progress. The costs have been high and have come in 60 and 80 hour weeks for several months. Another bad idea, to stop and fish - there's no time.
None of these things should be surprising because I spend my days working on habitat restoration sites. I'm surrounded by the smells and sights of plants, soil, and water. But I realize that I don't see those things when I work. I smell diesel and I hear the chatter of the foreman, ordering more material. I hear equipment operators arguing over whether today's work was built too high, or yesterday's work was built too low. I smell fresh leaf compost, generated not in a forest but in an industrial processing yard.