It’s the sounds, not the sights, that remind me that this may not be haven nor heaven. Bulldozers, clearing land for condos, are less than a quarter-mile south. Monday was Labor Day, I had the day off, but the men there did not. I could hear them, their machines pushing dirt and clearing trees most of the morning. I can’t see them beyond the trees and high grass behind my cabin, but I worry that any day now I might. I’m twelve miles from the middle of town; no cell service, Internet, or television here. I love it. If I’m not in the city, I don’t want to be in town, and since I’m not in town, I don’t want to be anywhere near town. The cars that speed past on the road, also out of sight, annoy me. What right do they have? I'm trying to read ...