The forest rustled as the sun set. This was when you were screwed if you weren't already almost back. People living 

modern

lives never knew this. On the odd 

camping

trip they might feel it. Mother 

nature

's signal that night is upon you. But such lessons were easily forgotten once back in the office and the daily 

coffee

s by the employee lounge.

He thought of this and chuckled. What did he know about being an employee? He hadn't been one in decades. The world might be different now. But he doubted it. Or no he knew the world was different. That's why he lived out here. In the woods. Away from them. The world was different but 

people

were the same.

Most his friends were dead now. He was almost 80. Plenty of his 

high school

classmates surely were still alive. People lived long these days. But the people he was friends with didn't last. Drinkers. Smokers. Men who didn't have wives and ate 

pizza

or 

fast food

daily. To live such a way was a curse he thought. Then again was it even living then? He wondered.

He thought about what those people at the city were talking about when he was down there earlier. A homeless man had fallen of the 

Grand Canyon

. They described the man as a homeless person from these parts. The way they described him... it reminded him of someone he knew.

The trees rustled in the wind. And he saw his tent. Crawled in and awaited sleep. The man was his son. What made him do such a thing? Jump. And why all the way out there? Why not just jump off a building here?

These were questions he wanted answered. Wanted enough to go join society again. To find him and talk.