I woke up at 5:30 this morning with a compulsion to write. I didn't have anything in mind, but sat down in front of the word processor anyway. What came out was my column for the fly-fishing club quarterly, the column for which this blog is named. Somehow, pieces that start on a blank slate end up flowing easily, and the results are lovelier, than articles that are planned. Four hours later, the finished product impressed even me. Check this excerpt out:
"In the mountains, twilight ends swiftly. There’s a short time between sunset and
darkness that feels almost surreal, the air having a glow that has little to do
with light. Perhaps it’s the departing
soul of day illuminating the world with a final blessing."
Ain't it bootiful?
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