The picture of contentment
Sometimes, when I’m perhaps a little stressed out, I see a big sign on some lucky guy’s door that reads GONE FISHIN’.
And I just know there’s something miraculous about that ole’ sign!
Almost invariably, it conjures up (for me, at least), pleasant mental pictures of a lazy, winding bayou overspread with cypress, water oak and sweetgum trees. For good measure, I always add a few dragonﬂies and yours truly — sitting indolently under the shade of one of those aforementioned trees, watching (half dozing) as a bream or goggle-eye perch messes with my hook.