Page 12 - The Color of Trout Waters

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Thomas G. Lewis
My hands still held the rod high. At first I felt
disappointment. But as I watched, the light shift
rapidly on that memorable scene my thoughts were not
of disappointment. I was transfixed by the wonder of
the moment. Bright light lit the log jam shining white
against the dark shadows of the emerald and blue-
green spruce and fir that rose from around the pool
into the dark, deadening overcast. Cerulean and cobalt
flashed on the water as it sparkled for a few seconds
more in the shifting shafts of sunlight.
Then a quiet, gentle rain began to fall.