When he finally broke through, he carefully cleared out the loose ice and set his rod. Fishing in these parts required patience. The fish didn’t swim in droves as they did in warmer waters. Each catch felt like a small victory over nature’s harsh design.
He took a moment to appreciate the majestic solitude: the endless white horizon, the faint hum of freezing air, and the distant glimmer of his cabin roof. Yes, it was lonely, but it was also breathtaking in its purity and calm.