Borrowed Light

You step out of the river carrying more than water. The noise of pursuit drains first. What’s left isn’t outcome. It’s perspective.

That threshold — between effort and understanding — is the tailgate.

Not the truck. Not the gear piled in the bed. But the posture that follows effort.

What the river offers you, if you let it, is different.

Scale.

That control is mostly illusion and attention is everything. That you can stand in something powerful without needing to dominate it. That humility is not smallness, but alignment. That admiration is restraint.

Excerpt from Borrowed Light, published in the Summer Issue of Fly Fusion Magazine.
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