I couldn’t help my thoughts from drifting to the pools and ripples of the river as the snow blanketed the landscape this Christmas. Everything around me seemed to remind myself of my own obsession.
The two classic framed vintage flies on my writing desk, my new pull-over fleece adorned with a fly shop logo from Montana, waders still drying from Monday, trout patterned pajama pants and worst of all, blue sky’s with no wind.
Perhaps tomorrow?
H.L.
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