It's easy to think that when you wake up at the butt crack of dawn so you can drive three hours to fish. But then you get there and the water is so calm and still, the way you wish you felt inside. The rhythm of casting takes over and everything else melts away. It's an oasis, not just in the desert but a place separate from the rest of the world.
Then a lack of sleep and the fact that you keep rowing the wrong way, seem pretty insignificant.
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