The Company of Stars

fly rod was my compass, I rarely found myself in a position to contemplate the stars. Nor, on most trips, did I have anyone to share my slice of heaven under them with. I would fish until dark and crawl into my sleeping bag as the first scattering imprinted upon the sky, the celestial canvas not yet that deep indigo it would later become, and by the time I unzipped the tent at dawn, the constellations would have completed their wheel