The alarm clock sounds at six, awakening me from last night's dreams.

Time to get up and head to the lake before the morning sunlight beams.

I grab my pole and tackle box and head out the door,

excited to be on the big blue abyss I finally get to explore.

I exert my strength to get the kayak in the lake.

Peering in the distance, I feel wide awake.

The colors of the sunrise consume my eyes.

The warm yellow mixed with a cool purple fills the skies.

A sight so wonderful, I have to stop and stare. 

Clunk, splash—a fish makes a ripple and I remember why I’m there.

I throw my line under a grassy log that sits so peacefully in its place.

Fish swim around their little home with beauty and grace. 

Comfortable in my green kayak, I prepare myself for a bite. 

When I feel the tug, I yank and reel with my power and might. 

The fish breaks through the water.

I grab my scale, weigh the fish, and say, “This will make a great story.” 

The iridescent scales sparkle like a star against a dark sky.

I appreciate this small little life,

taking one last look, I say my goodbyes and

after a great catch, I’m satisfied for the day.