It is a late September morning. I had to wait to start fishing because the fog was too thick. The dew on the grass caused a clear path from where I walked when I glanced back at my vehicle. I could feel the humidity in the air. My stream was still shrouded in fog. The browns of fall were peeking their heads out of the golden rods. I was headed to my happy place and the world was outstanding for me. You can't see my face in this photo but I was smiling.
