I have bread to make, dogs to walk, dinner to fix and the occasional writing deadline. Things get done when they need to get done. Time, I'm figuring out, is like the yellow line on a lonely back road. When you have it to yourself, you tend to stray from the boundaries. It hasn't been easy going from days where I'd be so busy I'd forget to eat, to days of open ends and possibilities.
Clocks are, after all, human inventions.
They first appeared in Europe in the fourteenth century and became common by the sixteenth. With them came a whole new sense of order and demand for discipline. But here, where seal hunting takes precedence over doctor's appointments, nature still leads the charge. Time is in the hands of the fish, the animals, the weather and the moods of the sea. When the ice goes out in June, fish-camp season begins.