Night sought refuge under the canopy of virgin evergreens as Dawn painted the sky a radiant gold filtered by lingering clouds from yesterday’s storm.
“A perfect day for fishing,” I mused, salivating on the aromatic prospect of striped bass sautéed in mom’s secret spicy sauce; an unlikely outcome given my streak of zero catches but who’s counting?!
Aroused by the lure of the hunt and the cool caress of frisky gusts of wind blowing ripples into waves and life into the sails of “Persistence”, I gather my gear: hooks and rods, bait and pails, cooler and beer…
Maybe today I’ll finally break the seal off mom’s secret spicy sauce.
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