This Fishing Life Of Mine

February 3. Went to the swamp today, thinking about my life as a fisherman. The cypress trees, covered in mist, felt like old friends. Tried fishing, not just for fish, but for thoughts about where I'm headed. The mist stuck around, and I felt like it's a bit like my life – sometimes clear, sometimes a bit foggy. The day played games with the sun, shadows dancing on the water. Heading back, still thinking. Maybe tomorrow, the swamp will help me figure out more about this fishing life of mine.