I went down to the pond today.
The past couple of weeks have been a little rough and I’ve needed a little time to slow down and decompress. I’ve needed a little time to turn the world off and to focus on something else. I’ve known for a long time that getting lost in the slow rhythm of a flyrod on a small pond would give me that opportunity…and this pond seemed like the right place to be.
You see, this particular pond is owned by my sister-in-law Brenda and her late husband Harry. We lost Harry a couple of weeks ago to unexpected illness. Harry may be gone but one can still feel his presence here.
Fish were caught, tears were shed, memories live on…