As the water temps drop in the midst of rising holiday freneticism, shallow waters are thinning a bit of gamesters-though far from entirely. Right now, I'm caught up with the allure of distant shores on the other side of the new year, when the days get longer and warmer and travel is more of a 360 for me. Two of the first-date thrills are focused on British Columbia for 50 pound chinook and bone batallions on the salinas of Long Island, Bahamas. The future can be the place of possiblility, dreams and excitements, yet the reveries of Deep Past recollected, a bank account and repository of accomplishments and experiences irrevocably booked in. Remembrances of things past a bittersweet sense of things gone, sometimes longed-for, and maybe relished. Chad and Jeremy said a bit: "When the rain beats against my window pane, I'll think of summer days again, and dream of you."....Wow!
Jan
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