We spent the weekend fishing. I slept at my cabin. Got up before dawn. I love the crisp morning hours before the dew dries off and the fog rises. The lake looked like glass or a sheet of ice. Nothing stirred but me.
I thought I was going to have to walk to Jeff’s place at the top of the hill overlooking the lake to get him, but we met before I was a few yards onto his property.
“Hey,” he whispered. I approved. He hadn’t shouted or talked out loud. Almost like he, too, respected the early-morning stillness. “I didn’t bring a rod or anything because I don’t have one.”
“S’okay. You can use one of mine.” I pointed the gear I was carrying toward his tree. “Always wanted to try from over there. Mind if we do?”
He nodded.
We stopped our soft conversation and walked silently to the tree. He h
