camping

This morning is an odd morning. I hardly slept at all last night and yet I climbed out of bed at five. It’s been raining all night and most of yesterday. I suppose it will rain most of today too. So much for fishing. I’m sitting outside of my camper listening to the birds chirp and the rain fall. I’m thinking about getting a blanket because there is a slight chill in the dampness. The coffee is hot and good. My mind tries to focus on being here, now and present. The warm coffee cup feels good in my stiff hands. A smoker just walked by and interrupted my quiet time with his undeniable smokers cough.

Today I will fish; even if it’s raining. I’ve lost my edge. I haven’t fished in years and this year I am determined to get back into it. I was a great fisher when I was a kid. My daddy taught me well; maybe too well. It was easy to upset my older brother as his little sister out-fished him.

Soon there will be the smell of bacon in the air. I wish I could make a campfire to round out the beautiful fragrance of the morning.

It’s six now and my alarm just went off. It’s too bad I’m already up. Time to make the donuts as the old guy said years ago.

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