I caught three small Rainbow Trout today while Ice Fishing. As I had them on the cutting board, it occurred to me that I had "Variations of a Theme". I don't think I ever got so close and personal with fish before.
It's a cool and crisp September morning. Birds still lay warm in their nests. The sun rises silently. It feels like it's greeting me personally, saying a quiet hello. "Hello" I whisper back. I wait patiently for the world to come alive. Silence