Regardless of the time of year, tides or conditions it’s hard for me to sleep through the wee hours of the morning. I usually wake hours before first light with zeal, but not always due to the thought of fishing. I am compelled by a more intoxicating sensation fueled by nature. There’s something poignant about that sphere-shaped inferno and the moments leading up to its arrival. The colors it creates are vivid, and life seems to be ignited by its imminent presence. The sight is soothing and therapeutic.
