May the fortunate fishers among us be those whose eye's wander skyward to elope with the silvery Hunter’s Moon and whose thoughts arise from a silhouette of shadow to reflect within the soft shower of her chalky light. That autumnal anglers absorb those salty seconds of silence prescribed as the remedying tonic of time spent wading hip-deep in this seasonally-cooling and clear, briny bath of October's bringing. The ancient apothecary of saltwater we so habitually and dearly seek to benefit a humbling renewal of spirit. Tonight, most especially, under the fully-rounded face and cratered celestial charm of our seleno-saucer's captivating companionship admired somewhere overhead.
Excerpt in illustration is that
of author Rich Murphy - Fly Fishing for Striped Bass (2007).
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