Tailwaters

It was not easy to get away. These days, it seems commitments are too demanding to allow a trip like this, but, I forced myself to make the time. I made a promise to the meter of life's metronome, the seasons changing, the acceptance of aging.

It was the first time in a while that I watched the sunrise. Heading east, the sun was dead ahead, glaring into my happy heart. I squinted and lowered the visor, but not too much.

By the end of the day, I caught my first truly wild trout, on a rod that has been in my closet since college, wearing borrowed waders and my ever-present Seiko diver.

No photo. Just a fist bump from the guide. A smile, a memory, and nothing more.