Monthly Archives: July 2025

When the Fog Whispered SecretsMy thermos slipped from trembling fingers as the first silvery light pierced the cypress trees. Fog clung to the Everglades' water like spiderwebs, muffling the splash of my

When the Fog LiftedThe dock boards creaked under my waders as I stepped into the predawn mist. My thermos of black coffee steamed in the 55°F chill, its bitterness mingling with the swampy aroma of cypress roots. I'd come to this oxbow…

When the River Whispers SecretsDawn's first light seeped through the cypress trees as my waders whispered against the dewy grass. The Suwannee River exhaled mist that clung to my beard like ghostly fingers. I paused to inhale the damp…

When Dawn Broke the SilenceThe marsh smelled like wet pennies as my waders sank into the muck. Mosquitoes hummed their dawn chorus when I spotted the telltale swirl near the lily pads – the kind of ripple that makes your

When the Fog LiftedThe predawn chill bit through my flannel shirt as I stepped onto the dock. My breath hung in the air like misplaced thought bubbles. Lake St. Clair's surface rippled with secrets, the