Early morning fog rises
As I stand in this river fishing pole in hand
The water is cool as it passes around my knees
The water sparkling like diamonds in the Early morning sun
A slight breaze blows through my hair
The morning is quiet except for the sound of my casting
A deer wanders by on the far bank
Birds fly far above
It is a good time
Even if I catch nothing
Just time to think
Time to be one with nature
Time to relax and just let the busy world go by
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