Friday, March 4, 2016

Rising Spirits

Even in the Bahamas the evenings were deliciously cool.
It was just February, after all.

After a day spent standing on the bow of a skiff, it felt good to warm my toes in front of a roaring fire and to lift my spirits, like showers of glowing sparks, in the rising drafts of good companionship.
A couple fingers of brown water didn't hurt either.

The fishing life doesn't get much better.


Robert Daniel said...

Some darn true words right there, Mike.

Mike Sepelak said...

I stumble upon an occasional truth, now and then, Daniel. Thanks for stopping by!