Harry whistled happily as he hiked the muddy trail, fishing rod cradled in his arm.
The last time in this area a beaver pond ahead produced one monstrous trout. Now with sunny rays on his shoulders, and some muscle strain in his legs---satisfaction flowered like a garden in his spirit; a happy day indeed.
Today was also special, as he remembered fondly. His wife said she loves him, and that phone call the other day, from a wayward son in Alberta was awesome.
The fish were biting along with the mosquitoes. Later, HarryÔs satisfaction with life allowed him to return a mother trout, and he laid her gently into the pond.
┬ Richard L. Provencher
My wife, Esther and I are "born-again" and enjoy sharing our writing. It is a Christian Outreach for us. Our E-mail is: firstname.lastname@example.org. You are invited to visit our website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Please pray for peace in the world.