Sunrise tints the lake, delicate hues drifting into a perfect rose-gold morning. Skimming dragonflies dance while leaping trout emboss the drowsy water with tiny crystal rainbows. Everyone thinks I’m chasing dinner, but I’ve got beer in my cooler, a book and empty hook.
All I’m catching is peace and quiet.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Delightful!
This sounds perfect. Good for you.
Lovely. Last line a delightful surprise!
You just spoke to my fisherwoman’s heart. Lovely.
Sounds like a perfect day!!
This story paints a lovely picture! š