Monday, June 13, 2016


Before the children wake and ask for cereal.

Before emails, texts and inane facebook notifications that mean nothing.

Before the dog gets fed, lunch assembled, and commute begins and ends at the same place where responsibility, clients, co workers and deadlines live.

The alarm goes off, I tip toe through the house and get to the river for 2 hours of pure, unencumbered fishing.

It's glorious.  It's dawn patrol.

1 comment:

  1. I wish I could say the same, but it's more often up till 2 in the morning night fishing and being exhausted for work the next day.