Fantastic writing here. Slightly Hemingway-ish with some Kerouac.
Quoting 2eddies here,
"I watch, as the elk and the young man, both walk away and disappear back into the trees…
I stayed down by the lake as the sun set. Hunters came out and began to work along the edges of things. The trout in the lake worked the edge of water and air, swallowing mosquitos and other bugs working their side of the liquid world. An owl flew by beginning his nightly patrol along the edge of the water and ground. Overhead night swallows and bats danced and ate a late dinner in mid-flight, while the clouds turned pink, then blue, then grey. I stood on the edge of the earth and waited for the stars."
Artful RR Mr. 2eddies
Yes I am quite serious.