Muddled Water

As he pushed his boat out deeper into the bay, he knew it was going to be a good day.

A few hours ago, in the early morning, the storm that had rocked their shore town for the last couple days broke - allowing the sun to shine through brightly. He was the first one out amongst his village, getting out on the water as quickly as possible.

He knew it was going to be a good day because of the air. It was cool against his skin. Moist from all the rain that had pounded the ground. The air itself smelled rich and of the ocean. It smelled thick - healthy. He could pick out the different smells - the seaweed that had been churned from the bottom, the salt that escaped the waves and made it into the air, even the fish that were beginning to collect off shore, aware the storm was over and it was was again safe to swim into shallow waters.

The color of the water also told him the catch was going to be big. It was murky brown, full of sediment from the bottom and minerals from the Earth that seeped out with the rain water into the bay. The fish would be thriving in it.

Looking over his shoulder, he smiled.

He was already far out and the other men in the town were only beginning to make their way to their boats.

Today, the fish would be his.